Machete

So many nights that I prayed for this shit, baby I'm made for this shit

Ain't suckin' dick, tell her get out the whip

now her ass throwin' a fit

I know you a bitch and thats straight off the rip

Ain't writin' no diss, it came straight off the Mental

No pad, I don't need no pencil Copy my style, they use it like stencils

Boy you a fraud, pullin' your card

I need to see them credentials

Told her quit runnin' her mouth But when I'm up in it, I fuck up her dental

Touching the body, the dick that I give her I know wont ever forget it

Woah, they ain't met a white boy like me A1s with a brand new white tee