D-12 — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson American Psycho
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « American Psycho » de D-12.
Paroles
I’m the devil — if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you’re seeing
I’m a mindfuck, completely dis--ting
I’m, a human mutt, fuck a being
I’m a dog — fuck lambs, I’m silencin 'em all
I’m involved in murders forensic science couldn’t solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor
Each thought’s completely warped
I’m like a walkin, talkin, ouija board
Speakin in tongues, I’ve never spoke this speech before
. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr.
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em
'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Well if so, get ready for some shit yo
«Is this some kind of sick joke?» Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo
So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just ho’s
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon’t, fizzuck with
so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp
So — lock your doors, drop to the floors
Get your shotguns drawn — here comes another «Clockwork Orange»
Look at Bizarre; you really think he’s right in his mind?
What the fuck you think’s goin through it when he’s writin his rhyme?
You bout to — journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his silent screams
You bout to — journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his violent screams
It’s Friday night, I’m at a rave again
Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on)
My girlfriend’s a crackhead whore
She’ll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
and take your bottles to the store (nigga I’m takin these)
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won’t cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga’s meat?
My son’s sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it’s me)
I told him he wasn’t mine, slammed the door in his face
And I ain’t got no food, my job I’ve been cheated
My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh)
My dick is burnin, it ain’t cause of disease
Because I’m jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!)
I’m livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl
Fuck David Koresh, I’m startin my own world
It’s called Bizarre Cemetary, it’s scary
Eatin a virgin’s cherry, they’re all gonna laugh at you Carey
You bout to — journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his silent screams
You bout to — journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his violent screams
I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I’m the worst breed
A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm’s
got more power than Fiber ICON, dragon’s python so
«Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer»
Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack’s «Thriller»
Rifle slash knife, faggot-basher, cop killer
As a yung’un, I was beat where I was livin (aight)
Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women’s prison
(You're not gay) I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin
Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop’s feelings
to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
I’m vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace
so you can have somethin to stare at You bout to — journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his silent screams
You bout to — journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You’ll feel his pain and his violent screams
Traduction des paroles
Je suis le diable — si jamais il y avait une telle chose
Les résultats de beaucoup trop de médicaments ce que vous voyez
Je suis un mindfuck, complètement dis-ting
Je suis, un homme de mutt, baiser d'un être
Je suis un chien-merde agneaux, je suis silencin ' em all
Je suis impliqué dans des meurtres la science médico légale n'a pas pu résoudre
Géant ensemble de boules trop grand pour acheter un ensemble de tiroirs
Autant décompresser ma mouche et la laisser tomber par terre
Chaque pensée est complètement déformée
Je suis comme un Walkin, talkin, Ouija conseil
Speakin en langues, Je n'ai jamais parlé ce discours avant
. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-moi-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr.
Avez-vous déjà connu des esprits dans les paroles quand vous les entendez
jusqu'à ce que tu aies peur de regarder dans les miroirs quand tu les vois?
Eh bien, si oui, préparez - vous pour une merde yo
"Est-ce une sorte de blague malade?"Merde non, enculé de schitzo
Si dérangé, il va tellement berzerk qu'il pointe des pieds
Poing premier avec ciseaux à fente gorge de juste ho
Va juste à shizzow vous dizzon't, fizzuck avec
donc-quelqu'un ce dérangé, sa-sippin sur si-zzurp
Alors-verrouillez vos portes, déposez-vous aux étages
Obtenez vos fusils de chasse dessinés - voici un autre " Clockwork Orange»
Regarder Bizarre; vous pensez vraiment qu'il a raison dans son esprit?
Ce qui la baise vous pensez perce à travers lui quand il writin sa comptine?
Vous combat — voyage dans l'esprit d'un psychopathe tueur
Sang spiller, mentalité beaucoup iller
que vous pourriez jamais imaginer dans vos rêves les plus fous
Vous sentirez sa douleur et ses cris silencieux
Vous combat — voyage dans l'esprit d'un psychopathe tueur
Sang spiller, mentalité beaucoup iller
que vous pourriez jamais imaginer dans vos rêves les plus fous
Vous sentirez sa douleur et ses cris violents
C'est vendredi soir, je suis encore à une rave
Ramasser des travestis sur ma Harley-Davidson (Hey hop on)
Ma copine est une pute crackhead
Elle viendra à votre porte, sucer votre bite sur le sol
et prenez vos bouteilles au magasin (nigga je les prends)