BTK

[Intro: Johnny Mutante] Aight, my name is Johnny Mutante Shouts out to Bo$$y Bo$$born for the Introduction This Song is called "Bind, Torture, Kill" As you probably heard Mutant Motherfuckin Movement [Intro: Santa Fay] Now, one of them is out to kill All of them When you least expect it When you have no way to fight back A stabbing nightmare becomes A living terror For every murder, for every victim There is no warning Don´t blink, don´t turn arround Don´t even move [Verse 1: Johnny Mutante] My life is like a regular show Full of secular hope to bite some jagulars nose Got Dracula´s hoes in my cellular phone I´m celebral stoned, so I celebrate on my own The truth is ruthless, but true fans are mutants We abuse boozed students, seduce the youth with amusements Fuck you or salute the movement I`m like a fake prophet, I just wanna raise my profit Got so much hate in my brain, I can't stop it Plus the shape of a bucket So aim all the sibjects Who only came to hate what i´ve made from fuckin nothing Inhale my substance and spit brain stains after coffin I´m fuckin buzzin, bitch, i´m fuckin buzzin You´re a stain and i´m motherfucking flushing I write novels, you douche While you gobble di gook I´m all about the money like monopoly rules Monotony´s cruel Thats why the industry faces poverty soon Cause what they say is flimsy like a marvel cartoon Its the Movement, raise your carpals to the moon [Bridge: Johnny Mutante] Laughin sounds like cryin, sleepin looks like dyin I cut your lips off your face just to fuckin fry em y´all [Hook: Johnny Mutante] So hand me knife, mortar and drill I want to bind, torture and kill Deform her at will Bind torture kill Record her mad thrill Bind torture kill [Bridge 2: Johnny Mutante] Okay, off to the second part [Verse 2: Johnny Mutante] So I took my neat green vessel To leave, and go below deep sea level Take a seat, I pleased the devil But he was beasty, sayin "see you in heaven" We sank down the ocean, landed in devotion Dangled and chokin in the land of the notion Dipshit, my perception got twisted In fact I was trapped in my head like a misfit Then a bitch kicked my ass like a nitwit She shouts I should bounce or I might miss it Miss what bitch ? Don´t you remember ? Today is your cremation, it´s the third of september Now, place your arse in the center And stop groaning, flames don´t like a temper Aight, so i´m facing death right now ? Thats cool though, i´m like 27 The heat is eating what I need for speaking Fuck you fire, I keep creeping Okay kids, I won´t take this further But there is nothing in the world like a good ol´ murder The heat is eating what I need for speaking Fuck you fire, I keep creeping Okay kids, I won´t take this further But there is nothing in the world like a good ol´ murder [Hook: Johnny Mutante] So hand me knife, mortar and drill I want to bind, torture and kill Deform her at will Bind torture kill Record her mad thrill Bind torture kill