Machete lyrics

[Intro: Snak the Ripper]
(evil laugh)
Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that ass

[Drop]

[Verse 1: Snak the Ripper]
Yeah now who the f*ck is this
Spittin' limitless you minimalist b*tch
Something wrong with your brain if you ain't feeling this
We're 'bout to blow the f*cking club up like some terrorists
Prepared to die with my face planted in a pair of tits
You must admit this is the sh*t that make you sick, the [?]
Drink it, drink it up, you think it's safe but you know what
It never is, accept what it is
Killin' the scene, you know what it is
The people [???]
f*cking with sh*t you can never forget

[Hook: Snak the Ripper]
Yeah, I got some holes in my head and 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 some hundreds in cash, cause I
Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that ass

[Drop]
[Verse 2: Young Sin]
Banging heads like some motherf*ckin' rockstars
Incite riots and light fire to cop cars
Hot bars, and we f*ck with hot broads
No 5's or 7's, if they ain't dimes they're knock-offs
Sit in the grave, [?] as a slave, kicking the sh*t in the wickedest haze
Slash like a razor, I'm moving your face
You think that you're ill - that isn't the case
Real as they come, number the one
Can't feel my face, number than numb
Pulling the smoke as I come to the lawn
Higher this year, dumber than blown

[Hook]

[Outro: Snak the Ripper]
Datsik
Snak the Ripper
Young Sin
Motherf*cker!