Machete EARTHGANG

[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!