Di$co Da $laya - Why Wouldn't I Freestyle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Game on lock, I threw away the key
I'll take you out myself, No need for a fee
The simplest things in life are free
Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee
I be Disco The Slaya, Punchlines after punchlines
The hay-maker, Hooks slingin' with the jabs
I put that boy to sleep, Somebody call him a cab
Always polish off the fie, Before you do a hit
Kuz them crackaz' find yo print, Have you goin' through some thangs
King size papers, Smokin' like a Taylor
S.O.S on the rise, Things gettin' major
Like Alonzo I'm up in the mornin'
Yawnin', kuz it's the crack of dawn and
I'mma king you a pawn, You first I'm last
If you snitch I got somethin' for ya
Sounds like TNT's on the 4th of July
Two pumps of the shotty, Boy that'll make you fly
The pump got enough force, To knock yo nose off
Make ya permanently doze off
The bars that I spit
Have ya crawlin' in ya shell, Like a snail
They couldn't find the shells, So they released me without bail
I'll make any MC life a livin' hell! Uh!