Machete

[Hook: Johnny Venus] My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa So chilling in the cut, that’s just how I grew up My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa So chilling in the cut, that’s just how I grew up Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whatever… (Uh-huh) Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whatever… (Let 'em-let 'em know) [Verse 1: Doctur Dot] Man I swear for God, man I shit you not I done lived two lives on earth before Second time I died, got a word from God like, “Doc could you do one mo'?” And I told him, “Third time's the charm” Who am I to argue with God? Who are you to argue with me for letting the beast come out of the prophet? I’m a loopy type of nigga If she pregnant, get her wet ‘til she deliver Heat the skillet, cook placenta, call that dinner Don’t that make you want to lick your fingers? Don’t that make you want to grab a female? Put her knees into her chest and bite her ankles while she take it I’m cracking up at your face ‘cuz you recognize the shit that I say Is over your head, it’s over your head What else can I say? I’m under your bed, I’m a monster Guess that’s why niggas sleeping on us ‘Cuz walking on water just ain’t enough And you’re kind of sus, 'spect to me I don’t trust the shit that you making up Well shit, let me put it like this Let me put it like this, let me put it like this; I’m what you get if Lauryn Hill slipped up and let Juvenile hit And then they crazy asses let Angela Davis babysit So raise them fists Quit complaining bitch! If you mad then change some shit We keep it colder than the boldest bitch’s nipples, skinny dippin’ Un-forgiven by so Many Men who wish to 50 Cent him Talkin’ bout how is he still shittin’? Thought by now he would be empty! All this power in my system; only 5% gon’ get this, uh! [Hook: Johnny Venus] My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa So chilling in the cut, that’s just how I grew up My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa So chilling in the cut, that’s just how I grew up Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whatever… (Uh-huh) Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whatever… (Let 'em-let 'em know) [Verse 2: Johnny Venus] I’m just a nigga from the hood like the rest of y’all Bless us, Paul In the midst of praying, we just playing for a ass to palm Smoke a little grass to calm Crack that book, open to Psalms Crack a nigga head and pick a verse and hope he make it home No this not a gangsta song, I don’t really know about that life And if they asking questions, tell em “I don’t really know about that”, right? See this could be my blessing on the same day as my last night But I swear I fucking lived it, you can put that on my past life I say Neesee hold your head up, ‘til it’s light as a feather Ah-yea-nah, I ain’t gon-en-dah-ah-yea-nah I ain’t gon let up See I'm positive he punish pussy niggas, for the record Nope, I don't believe in hell, but, hell, I know it’s gonna catch ‘em Jodi, line ‘em up and check ‘em Slice ‘em from head to stomach You see them bellies full, but I’m hungry as a mother With a 10-puppy litter Check and ain’t shit in the cupboard Dodge 18-wheelers for supper You 18? Well, girl, come on up! And that glitter bet' not rub off My mans say you's a jump-off I ain’t psychic but I buy it I can see right through your eyelids Just a little lost Bambi in the sticks, tryna' hide it Bought some titties, tryna hide it Bought some Remy to disguise it Threw some fangs on that bit Now you running with the lions In the club surrounded by pretty corpses, kind of frightening But I stay high Keep my eyes low so they can’t read my thoughts girl And I say bye Anti-social unless I’m talking to the prophet [Hook: Johnny Venus] My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa So chilling in the cut, that’s just how I grew up My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa So chilling in the cut, that’s just how I grew up Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whatever… (Uh-huh) Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whatever… (Let 'em-let 'em know)