(Intro)
Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that ass
(Verse)
Yo who the fuck is this?
Spittin limitless, you minimalist bitch
Something wrong with your brain if you ain't feeling 
this?
We bout to blow the fuckin club, I block some 
terrorists
Prepare to die, with my face blended in the paretents
You must admit this is the shit 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, guillotine tine, know what 
it is
The people are dead, let's check em are dead
Fuckin with shit you can never forget
(Hook)
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 if you already asked
Once I got the ‘chete stashed, just swing it on that 
ass
(Verse)
Banging heads like some motherfuckin rockstars
Incite buyer, to light fire to cup bars
Hot bars when you're fuckin with hot broads
No vows a 7 dip, they ain't doms they knockoffs
Sit in the grave but it's slave, kickin the shit in the 
wickedest haze
Slash like a razor, I move in your face
You think that you ill? that is a big case
In as they come, number the one
Kept to my face, number the numb
Pulling the smoke as I come to the dorm
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 if you already asked
Must I keep that machete stashed, and swing it on that 
ass
(Outro)
Datsik,
Snak the Ripper
Young Sin, 
Motherfucker