Come to my hood, no matter who you ask
Johny 3 Tears is right after your ass
Thirty deep, ripped jeans, balaclava mask
Killer tats, butt cracks, we up to a mess
Hop in the whip, roscoes in the trunk
On the Sunset Strip we're getting motherfucking drunk
Fitting dozen dead bodies in my flossy Beamer
Hollywood closed the doors, you're a worthless dreamer
All you wack fuckers, better run and hide
'Cause the deadliest crew is by my side
Bitchin` out your posse cause you don`t confide
In anything or anyone, you wish you`d died
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Chorus:
When your ass gets caught,| you don`t know how to act
All the time you`ve thought,| you were tough enough for that
When we check your chin,| you`re not ready to react
Hollywood Undead | is the best, quote that.
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Jumbos, Speed and them Scooby Snacks
On the counter of our lives - we are maniacs
Two chicks on my lap and I`m rollin' a blunt
West side is my life, yeah I`m talkin` upfront
4 p.m., getting drunk | off of six shots
Flesh-peddlers on the streets | and I`m brandishing my nuts
Down here, at the club,| we gon' hit the floor
Hit you with a club like you`ve been never hit before
Get on your knees, your back against the wall
Knockin' down the mob, bones crackin` as they fall
Cruise through your valley, a horror in your hood
Greet the Undead, praise the Hollywood!
Chorus:
When your ass gets caught,| you don`t know how to act
All the time you`ve thought,| you were tough enough for that
When we check your chin,| you`re not ready to react
Hollywood Undead | is the best, quote that.
When your ass gets caught,| you don`t know how to act
All the time you`ve thought,| you were tough enough for that
When we check your chin,| you`re not ready to react
Hollywood Undead | is the best, quote that.
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These lyrics are entirely mine but all the rights and fame and whatnot still go
to the best fucking rapcore band out there Hollywood Undead for inspiring me, that’s it.