Fatal poet - Blood Runs Cold [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo I'mma wrap til I can't be covered in maggots
Surrounded by the souls I snatched with hatchets
I'm goin to hell so cover me in gas and light me wit matches

Used to sleep with a knife under the mattress
Thats why every rap I make is a classic
Thats why every fuckin punk bully got his ass kicked

Spit it rapid, cuz the fact is
On my work like some boss shit, teeth to ya neck you get frostbit
Knuckles in your mouth like a moshpit

Stab you so many times it gives you infections
Rip out your guts n paint my bedroom with your intestines, jesus
You anotha motha fucka to rest in pieces

Feel my power telekenisis
Minds corrupt and your fucked
Like a pregnant female you all took earth and let it be hell

The devils rallied his troopes and hes got em in order
Now shits bout to get destroyed like sodom and gomorrah

Move your ass when I look at you
When I spit its like I throw a book at you
Listen mother fucker heres a hook for you

We love it wen you act hard the shit tickles us
We sick and spit syphillis, make you look ridiculous
Sensative ass clit pickle puss

Subliminal criminal, individual, in your swimmin pool
I steal your women dude

Delectable fuckin your bitch on a sectional
A bastard a pastor, master of disaster
Home wrecker dome checker, you in the wrong sector

Fully erectile, a reptile, lookin through your x-files
Im bollox, take ya wallets
You babies wit collic, in college askin me to kick knowledge

So we can get to drama poppin this
I see more pussies that a gynecologist

So heres a finger for you
Must be stupid if you think im singin for you
Me and trent jus bringin it fool

Bangin that tool
Makin your life misery like its rainin at noon

Nah man relax nigga we jus playin with you