Hollywood Undead - Dead Bite F.L | Текст песни

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Danny:
Goodnight
Sleep tight, don't let the dead bite.

Johnny 3 Tears:
Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the 4 door.
44 and it's pointed at your window
Ain't a good shot, here come four more.
Getting hot so I play in the snow
In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things
See the dead on the cover of a magazine.
See my smile, it was born from amphetamines
Better duck 'cause it's war on my enemies.
Oh god I think I lost it, oh no.
Lost some and wanna watch the rest go.
A mad man when I'm mixed with soco.
And who would a thought a man could sink to so low.
Who wants to die from the mossberg shotty?
Putting holes in the hotel lobby.
All you fake bitches are just another hobby.
And I'll let you dig, where I dump your body.

Chorus [Danny]:
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I got something that'll blow your mind, mind!

Charlie Scene:
You know I got a Grenade and it's got your name on it.
Imma spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it.
People say I'm insane and to put the brakes on it.
Let me buy you a drink. How 'bout a roofie, gin and tonic?
Yeah, Charlie Scene seems to be so hated. It's just me being intoxicated.
'Cause being sober's so overrated. Hollywood Undead what have you created?
I know that we never really met before, but tell me does this rag smell like chloroform?
You know that I'm the reason people lock there doors,
But I got nothing but time so imma wait on the porch.
You got nowhere to run to, so don't try hiding.
'Cause I known to be like Jack Nicholson from the Shining.
Yeah I'm breaking your door down so don't try fighting.
Yeah you gotta keep 'em fed or the dead keep biting.

Chorus [Danny]:
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I got something that'll blow your mind, mind!

Goodnight
Sleep tight, don't let the dead bite.
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight.

J-Dog:
You better check twice, look under your bed.
Turn on your night light and cover up your head.
Cause we do exist and there's no need to pretend.
That you're not afraid of meeting the Undead.
Red red rum when you look into these eyes.
Say goodnight cause it's almost your bed time.
Buckle up cause it's time to fly.
You got a first class ticket to Columbia Neck ties.
Take a seat, you can sit in the front row.
The voice in your head is just me in your headphones.
Everybody knows that we're the devil's heroes.
Come and get a ticket follow me to the creep show.

Chorus [Danny]:
What would you do if I told you I hate you?
What would you do if your life's on the line?
What would you say if I told you I hate you?
I got something that'll blow your mind, mind!

Goodnight
Sleep tight, don't let the dead bite.
Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight. (x2)

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