[Hook: Johnny Venus]
My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut, thatās just how I grew up
My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut, thatās just how I grew up
Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whateverā¦
(Uh-huh)
Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whateverā¦
(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, āDoc could you do one mo'?ā
And I told him, āThird time's the charmā
Who am I to argue with God?
Who are you to argue with me for letting the beast come out of the prophet?
Iām a loopy type of n***a
If she pregnant, get her wet ātil she deliver
Heat the skillet, cook placenta, call that dinner
Donāt that make you want to lick your fingers?
Donāt that make you want to grab a female?
Put her knees into her chest and bite her ankles while she take it
Iām cracking up at your face ācuz you recognize the shit that I say
Is over your head, itās over your head
What else can I say? Iām under your bed, Iām a monster
Guess thatās why n***as sleeping on us
āCuz walking on water just aināt enough
And youāre kind of sus, 'spect to me
I donāt 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;
Iām 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 bitchās nipples, skinny dippinā
Un-forgiven by so Many Men who wish to 50 Cent him
Talkinā bout how is he still shittinā?
Thought by now he would be empty!
All this power in my system; only 5% gonā get this, uh!
[Hook: Johnny Venus]
My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut, thatās just how I grew up
My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut, thatās just how I grew up
Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whateverā¦
(Uh-huh)
Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whateverā¦
(Let 'em-let 'em know)
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Iām just a n***a from the hood like the rest of yāall
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 n***a head and pick a verse and hope he make it home
No this not a gangsta song, I donāt really know about that life
And if they asking questions, tell em āI donāt really know about thatā, 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, ātil itās light as a feather
Ah-yea-nah, I aināt gon-en-dah-ah-yea-nah I aināt gon let up
See I'm positive he punish pussy n***as, for the record
Nope, I don't believe in hell, but, hell, I know itās gonna catch āem
Jodi, line āem up and check āem
Slice āem from head to stomach
You see them bellies full, but Iām hungry as a mother
With a 10-puppy litter
Check and aināt 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 aināt 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 canāt read my thoughts girl
And I say bye
Anti-social unless Iām talking to the prophet
[Hook: Johnny Venus]
My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut, thatās just how I grew up
My granddaddy kept machete, tucked off in that sofa
So chilling in the cut, thatās just how I grew up
Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whateverā¦
(Uh-huh)
Talkin' 'bout blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, whateverā¦
(Let 'em-let 'em know)