DEVIL MAN 
draw for the 'chete
Bullets start dropping down like confetti
But I won't bring a strap if the beef is petty
Nah DEVIL MAN, I just draw for the 'chete
And I make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
Leave his lip bust and his forehead sweaty
I'll make him wish he never drawed the machete
Go on, you think you're ready?

Go on then DEVIL MAN, go on then, draw for the gatty
I'll burn out your mouth like a salt fish patty
Won't bring a strap if you're just a likkle batty
The machete will leave his T-shirt tatty
And I will make his belly look like a bowl of Basmati
Leave him with a sweaty forehead like a fatty
Still wants to be a hot head like ratty
Go on then, draw for the gatty, go on then