Young Sin - Machete lyrics

[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!