[Intro] (Yo, blud, it's Machete Monday, get in on dat ting!) [Verse one] Hip hip, hooray It's Machete Monday Grab your machetes, it's time to play Hack and slash, the roadman way [Verse one] Mums, dads, brothers and sisters West enders, north enders, east enders and south enders The young and our elders and betters Becoming playful killers [Instrumental] [Bridge] The police ain't bothered, ain't got the time They're all busy solving some non crime We can all hack and slash each other all day The blood flows in every single way [Chorus] Huzzah, it's Machete Monday Everyone, come out to play If you died trying to run Nothing personal, it was all part of the fun [Instrumental] [Verse three] The police are finally here but only watch It's their entertainment, it's no different than hotch scotch Man's cheffed a few neighbours Dis ting will go on, playfully rattling sabres [Bridge] These ends have turned blood red Man's neighbours are nearly all dead Man's taken the crown, dis game is mine The dead can't whinge and whine [Chorus] Huzzah, it's Machete Monday Everyone, came out to play They died hacking, slashing having fun Under dis hot London sun [Outro] [Spoken] (It's all blood red, everyone's dead, oh God, what have we done?)
