Deuce (Hollywood Undead) - Walk the Walk | Текст песни

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haha, you fuckin’ pussies
I’m a fuck with them a little on this one, jus’ a little.
You fuckin’ posers

Chorus:
You know we don’t stop
Reloadin’ while we hit the top
I get down ‘cause that’s my job
Yall better learn to walk the walk
You know we don’t stop
Reloadin’ while we hit the top
I get down ‘cause that’s my job
Yall better learn to walk the walk

Deuce:
There’s nothing you can do that’ll make me angry
You can say the same shit, but I’ll do the same thing
HU paved the way for me to make you crazy
maybe I was sent here to make you take it in the ass
I’m back, it's Deuce, yoo hoo,
you can tell that slut Ke$ha to shoo shoo,
oh boo boo, did I make you hate me?
who knew that I’d be the one to make it?
Take this bitch, ‘course I’m a rapist
I’m Satan mixed with a little Dre
Its like a little game, for you to say my name quick
‘cause I’m renegade, number 1 public enemy
You’re a centipede, I’m the fire with melody
remember me? I’m a fuckin’ true OG
on your knees bitch, I’m a make you eat this
don’t speak when you're sucking on my penis trick.

Chorus

Gadjet:
It’s Gad to the Jet and I’ll slap the shit,
outta any mother fucker, thinkin they rappin sick.
You aint as sick, I’m the sickest prick, ask my bitch
I fucked her raw and gave her gono from my rashy dick
She traded me crabs and syphilis but homie thats not it
got herpes too on purpose dude, I knew she had the shit
So what the fuck you gonna do to a masochist,
who’s mad and pissed, crazy angry adjectives
can describe or justify the way I laughs at death
its Ninelives, I kill my self its not an accident
focused like a terrorist, bomb strapped to my chest
maybe I’ll go play with razors while I slash my wrist
I’m dangerous on the stage, you had a mic, I snatched that shit
to its probably mean, but I ain’t mad at the kid
Deuce just put me in the booth, I’m better and faster than him
Tell the truth, you rather look at someone fatter or slim?

Chorus

Deuce:
I got that 45 (45)
tucked under my seat, that's right (thats right)
I keep them pistols right by my side
’case these fucks wanna die (you wanna die?)
you know you can’t deny (you can’t deny)
when the bullets go off, they fly (they fly)
straight for your brain, I make ‘em look nice (so nice)
We go have a lot of fun tonight
Gadjet:
Yeah I’m young, but I’m still an OG
Them dudes might not, but they girlfriends know me
dynamite hot so they tryna blow me
I’m a take it to the top and shit on rappers below me

Chorus

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