You walk in the party
Like you're the man
Acting all cool
With a spray on tan
You scope out the bar
But you don't understand
Why all the fine ladies
Have knives in their hands

You see a pretty girl
And you take a stance
You walk up to her
and yo here's your chance
You ask the fine honey
If she'd like to dance
But she whips out a blade
And splits your pants

Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Everybody throw your knives in the air
Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Slice and dice like you just don't care
Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Everybody throw your knives in the air
Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Slice and dice like you just don't care

So you grab a couple drinks
To drown your shame
Building up a buzz
To get back on your game
All these crazy women
Are driving you insane
Cutting up the dance floor
Hacking through veins

So you grab your coat
Because it's time to go
Before a sharp object
Ends your blood flow
If you didn't think it then
Well now you know
Always bring a knife
To the Gunday show

Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Everybody throw your knives in the air
Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Slice and dice like you just don't care
Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Everybody throw your knives in the air
Cut it up, Cut it up
It's a machete party
Slice and dice like you just don't care