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 up like some terrorists
Prepared to die with my face planted in a pair of tits
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 killing tinzine know what it is
The deeper I dig the sicker I get
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 hungry then cash
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 cop cars
Hot bars only fuck with hot broads
No 5's or 7's if they ain’t dimes they knockoffs
Sit in the grave live as a slave kickin the shit in the wickedest haze
Slash like a razor I'm movin your face
You think that you ill that isn't the case
Real as they come number the one
Can't feel my face number then numb
Pulling the smoke as I come to the dome
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 hungry then cash
Once I got the ‘chete stashed just swing it on that ass
Outro
Datsik
Snak the Ripper
Young Sin
Motherfucker