Will and The Mix - This Is the Mix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I spit nothing but the truth and I'm proving the facts
You better get moving back because I'm using a bat
To crack your head open 'til it's oozing with crap
There's no rules in this rap, yeah, I'll but as brutal as that
I'll inject you with a dirty needle 'till you're catching a fever
Then go kill thirty people when I'm acting a creature
Got your whole family hiding in the room
Keep in mind that I'll find them and bite them like prunes
I'll twist legs off and turn liars into cripples
Stab a pin in their eye and set fire to their nipples
I put my killing shoes on and stamp on your living
Rip your small intestines out and I strangle you with them

[Chorus]
This the mix [x9]
(Hello, can you put me through to the police?)
(I'd like to report a murder)
{Alright, just stay calm and talk slowly}
(I woke up and found him dead)

[Verse 2]
I spit nothing but the truth, all this cold shit's real
I charge into the booth holding a loaded steel
My feet sneak into the room and I hear you breath deeper
Witnesses see me leave later carrying a bloody meat clever
Creep creature, dealer of ki's an ether
Fuck your face up with a bat 'till you develop freak features
Pull my dick out in class, break rules and breach teachers
Anti peace keeper, get more demonic with each preacher
Bleach eater, living in a lawless home
I'm ill enough to strangle you to death with a cordless phone
Rhymes flying off my gorgeous dome, spitting in a flawless tone
Where ever I go I roam carrying a 12 bore or chrome
Jaw dropping bars got you stood shocked and quoting silence
We got in cars carrying guns and knives, provoking violence
I praise to religions that worship more than four gods
And we each have a DVD copy of Straw Dogs

[Chorus]
This the mix [x9]
(Well I got up and just saw him there)
(Laid, dead and he was bleeding everywhere)
(And he had burns all over him)
(He's still there, can you come quickly?)
{Yeah, alright}




[Verse 3]
Get ready with the lighters and deodorant cans
Because we're gonna set fire to some Frozen fans
Burn these bitches to death, my hopeful plans
Give them broken limbs and broken hands
I got a film out, it's got many scenes
Of me skinning teens who are wearing skinny jeans
I'll sort out these trendy arse dickheads
I've still got plenty of harsh tricks left
Breaking into your home and slapping your mum's chops
Then I came to your school and spat in your lunch box
I like the thought of being tied up in chains
Getting slapped, hit and whipped playing the violentest games
I like the thought of flying a plane
Crashing it on purpose and dying in pain
I'm fucked in the head, I am insane
With my head in a fucking microwave, frying my brain

[Chorus]
This the mix [x8]
He is the mix
I am the mix
This is mix [x2]