Hollywood Undead (Deuce) - Don't Approach Me | Текст песни

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• Hollywood Undead (Deuce)
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Police radio transmition: Suspect was last seen leaving the rear entrance of the club.
Ten-four, do you have a description?
Uh, yeah, suspect is: white male, talking at least five-eight, five-ten, medium build, eighteen to twenty years, short hair, wearing blue jeans, running shoes, black t-shirt, copy that?

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach, me!
This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach, me!
Go on, run your mouth, where you hide, don't approach, me!
You lookin' like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit!

You feel the fuckin' flame, in my heart, yep, yep.
Makaveli's got me evil, so evil, so weak, but so strong.
A lady named Sa's, got my secrets, my spirits!
And you gonna have to, kill her, to defeat me!

Yeah, give me one, give me two, three, four, five, shots.
While I'm rollin' in the Benz, with the truth. Pop, Pop.
A shotgun in the back, yeah, it's loaded, yeah, it's cocked.
Hollywood, throw yo hands up, where you at?

I ain't got no fuckin' knifes, on my fingers.
Just ten, broken bones, on your throat so you ain't breathing.
Yeah, you know, where I live, you're a bitch, you got shit.
Take your best shot, on the west side, I got nine lives!

Try to see, through my eyes, no you can't, nope.
Watch our pearly whites, shine, while I laugh.
You better catch me in the club, fallin' down.
Don't need the nine to take you one life.

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach, me!
This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach, me!
Go on, run your mouth, where you hide, don't approach, me!
You lookin' like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit!

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach, me!
This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach, me!
Go on, run your mouth, where you hide, don't approach, me!
You lookin' like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit!

Just remember, I ain't stoppin', for nothin'.
Made it from nothin' to somethin'.
Feel, the bass, pop when it's thumpin'.
I see you hidin' and runnin'.

You know it's, judgement day, keep on runnin'.
You hear my shit when it's bumpin'.
And pray to god, I ain't comin'.

I bleed a little bit of me!
When I speak, I'm speakin' to my, enemies!
Ain't no heroes in this life of mine.
Ain't no fucking rhyme, that be written how I feel inside.

You gonna fuckin' hear me when I'm speaking.
When I'm heated, heated like a, nine, millimeter.
There ain't no fuckin' pictures, here, left to paint, homie.
Except the portrait of Mister (name cut out), b'low me.

I can choke, if you wanna choke, we can go, to the throat, 'till you bleedin' on your hardwood floor.
No matter the place, no matter the time, no matter the race, I'm leavin' you hatin' me, 'cause there ain't no one changin' me.

I'm the whitest of the white, the rawest of the raw.
I'm laughin' on the inside, screamin' "Fuck you all!"
(cut out name) reverend better come on, change my shit, bitch.
So twenty-three, attorney generals, can suck my dick!
While I'm sittin' in the back, of a white and black, blink, chained up, and I still don't give a shit!

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach, me!
This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach, me!
Go on, run your mouth, where you hide, don't approach, me!
You lookin' like a bitch, you're a coward, you ain't shit!

This is for you fags, when you ride, don't approach, me!
This is for you fucks, when you die, don't approach, me!
Go on, run your mouth, where you hide

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