Machete

[Intro:]
Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that ass.

[Ver1:]
Yo who the fuck is this?
Spittin limitless, you minimalist bitch
Something wrong with your brain if you ain't feeling this
We bout to blow the fuckin club up like some terrorists
Prepared to die, with my face planted in a pair of tits
You must admit this is the shit that make you sip a drug
And then you drink it, drink it up
You think it's safe, but you know what?
It never is, suffering this, (???), know what it is
The deeper I dig, the sicker I get
Fuckin with shit you can never forget.

[Hook:]
I got some holes in my head then I fill em up with trash
I suppose that I'm dead but you probably shouldn't ask
I got some hoes in my bed anda couple hindred cash
Once I got the ‘chete stashed, just swing it on that ass.

[Ver2:]
Banging heads like some motherfuckin rockstars
Incite (???), to light fire to cop cars
Hot bars, only fuck with hot broads
No 5's or 7's if they ain't dimes they knockoffs
Sit in the grave (???), kickin the shit in the wickedest haze
Slash like a razor, I'm movin your face
You think that you ill? that isn't the case
Real as they come, number the one
Can't feel my face, number then numb
Pulling the smoke as I come to the (???)
Higher this year, dumber then blown.

[Hook x2:]
I got some holes in my head then I fill em up with trash
I suppose that I'm dead but you probably shouldn't ask
I got some hoes in my bed and a couple hundred cash
(???) that machete stashed, and swing it on that ass.

[Outro:]
Datsik,
Snak the Ripper
Young Sin,
Motherfucker.