(Intro)
Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that a**
(Verse)
Yo who the f** is this?
Spittin limitless, you minimalist b**h
Something wrong with your brain if you ain’t feeling this.
We bout to blow the f**in club up like some terrorists,
Prepared to die, with my face planted in a pair of tits.
You must admit this is the sh** 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,
f**in with sh** you can never forget.
(Hook)
I got some holes in my head then I fill em up with trash,
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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 a**.
(Verse)
Banging heads like some motherf**in rockstars,
Incite riots and light fire to cop cars.
Hot bars, only f** with hot broads,
No 5's or 7's if they ain’t dimes they knockoffs.
Sit in the grave (???), kickin the sh** 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 a**
(Outro)
Datsik,
Snak the Ripper
Young Sin,
Motherf**er