[Intro: Snak the Ripper]
(evil laugh)
Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that a**
[Drop]
[Verse 1: Snak the Ripper]
Yeah now who the f** is this
Spittin' limitless you minimalist b**h
Something wrong with your brain if you 'ain't feeling this
We're 'bout to blow the f**ing club up like some terrorists
Prepare die with my face planted in a pair of tits
You must admit this is the sh** 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
k**in' the scene, you know what it is
The people [???]
f**ing with sh** 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 a**
[Drop]
[Verse 2: Young Sin]
Banging heads like some motherf**in' rockstars
Incite riots and light fire to cop cars
Hot bars, and we f** 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** 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**er!