Ghettosocks - Guillotine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

One day I woke up, went to check a garage sale, I thought to myself ‘damn, this could be raw as hell.’ But it was busted, naw really, it sucked ‘til I found a flying guillotine for thirty-six bucks. I accidentally killed the guy who sold me it, without chrome to blow a hole like Moby Dick. Off the dome for MCs seemed appropriate, plus I could hold it one-handed like a goalie stick. Back to the facts: blood spray splattered the grass, I left ‘em lyin’ in the sun like big african cats. Battling just wasn’t challenging, I mastered the craft - swing the chain with the thing and that would be that. With all these heads rolling, I left fans stressin’. It’s hard to make friends when their life span’s questioned. I thought ‘nah - forget it, I’ma keep gangs steppin’ ‘cause I murder crews with a used Wu-Tang weapon.’
Cats wanna step to Socks?
Ease back or else you get the fatal, flying (guillotine.)
Cats wanna step to Bix?
Ease back, or else you get the fatal, flying (guillotine.)
Cats wanna step to the Flight?
Ease back, or else you get the fatal, flying (guillotine.)
One day I painted it crimson, as you can imagine, and named my favorite flying blade ‘Little Red Dragon.’ Everywhere I went you’d hear the severed heads draggin’ ‘cause I tied ‘em on the back of my (real red wagon.) Gloks pulled out - but before they could blaze the shit, I’d kill everyone in a twelve block radius. Never discriminated black, white, or asian kids, ain’t none of ‘em better than Socks - even Jadakiss. Suckas got silenced with a dose of violence, from droppin’ such science over mostly violins. Cats tried kung-fu - I wasn’t buying it. Chopped legs on the floor mean no more flying kicks. ‘Cause I ain’t ‘bout scrappin’ with kids, I just decapitate them quick then I’m snatching their wigs. Got hands like Skratch Bastid when I’m splashing your chick, plus I like what’s on your neck so I’ll slash it with this...
Cats wanna step to Kils?
Ease back or else you get the fatal, flying (guillotine.)
Cats wanna step to Jorun?
Ease back, or else you get the fatal, flying (guillotine.)
Cats wanna step to the Burner?
Ease back, or else you get the fatal, flying (guillotine.)