(Intro - Snak the Ripper) Keep that machete stashed and swing it on that ass
(Verse - Snak the Ripper) 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, (?) , know what it is The deeper I dig, the sicker I get Fuckin with shit you can never forget
(Hook - Snak the Ripper) 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 anda couple hindred cash Once I got the? chete stashed, just swing it on that ass
(Verse - Young Sin) Banging heads like some motherfuckin rockstars Incite riots and 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 (?) , 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 (?) Higher this year, dumber then blown
(Hook x2 - Snak the Ripper) 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 and a couple hundred cash (?) that machete stashed, and swing it on that ass
(Snak the Ripper) Datsik Snak the Ripper Young Sin Motherfucker! Hahahahaha
Compositores: Brandon Lucas, Troy David Beetles, William Fyvie (Snak The Ripper) ECAD: Obra #7202419