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)