Machete

Machete
Too the head
Straight thru the temple
Blood splashed
In my baby eyes
Rehab
Thats how the story told
Darling close the curtain
Depression
Evident
Shoulders up for the last milky drop
Thats how me maw hold me
The sentence never took a face
For real
Everything came with that fold on the bill
Honey i want it too
My last her back to the world
Dont call period
She hates you 
Scar the one that will make it regardless
Comes from directly out the heart
Have two
They shall save them all
This pain
The body severed from the crown
My life is going down
We sex put your wrist in gold
Sing to the bing
On a bench is where meet
Stop talking 
I want your sweat
Meat in the sunday cooking pot
The ends still pressed
The roots like black sugar lady
We so young 
I can smell their literature 
When she dies
Come too me at midnight 
Her juices 
Our newed love 
I feel like im floating away with my baby
Gray cloud flood the walls
Easy how i make the pole
Two really
Im not the joan