(Intro)
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Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that ass
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(Verse)
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Yo who the fuck is this?
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Spittin limitless, you minimalist bitch
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Something wrong with your brain if you ain¡¯t feeling this?
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We bout to blow the fuckin club, I block some terrorists
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Prepare to die, with my face blended in the paretents
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You must admit this is the shit that make you sip a drug
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And then you drink it, drink it up
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You think it¡¯s safe, but you know what?
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It never is, suffering this, guillotine tine, know what it is
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The people are dead, let¡¯s check em are dead
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Fuckin with shit you can never forget
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(Hook)
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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
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I got some hoes in my bed if you already asked
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Once I got the ¡®chete stashed, just swing it on that ass
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(Verse)
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Banging heads like some motherfuckin rockstars
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Incite buyer, to light fire to cup bars
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Hot bars when you¡¯re fuckin with hot broads
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No vows a 7 dip, they ain¡¯t doms they knockoffs
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Sit in the grave but it¡¯s slave, kickin the shit in the wickedest haze
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Slash like a razor, I move in your face
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You think that you ill? that is a big case
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In as they come, number the one
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Kept to my face, number the numb
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Pulling the smoke as I come to the dorm
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Higher this year, dumber then blown
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(Hook x2)
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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
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I got some hoes in my bed if you already asked
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Must I keep that machete stashed, and swing it on that ass
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(Outro)
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Datsik,
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Snak the Ripper
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Young Sin,
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Motherfucker
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Machete
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| DatsiK |
