Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the 4-door .44 and its pointing at your window (?) good shot, here come four more getting hot so I (?) (squawk)
Get it down 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 its war on my enemies
Oh god I think I lost it oh no Lost someone, and watch the rest go I'm mad men when I'm mixed with soco (slang for southern comfort) And who woulda thought I made the (?) solo
Now who wants to die from the (?) first shotty Putting holes in the hotel lobby All you fake bitches are just another hobby And now that you did, where I dump your body?
(Chorus) What would you do if I told you I hate you? What would you do if you latched onto mine(?)? What would you say if I told you I hate you? I got something that'll blow your mind.
You know I got a grenade And its 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 roophie, gin and tonic?
Yeah Charlie Scene seems to be so hated Its just me being intoxicated Cause being sober's so overrated Hollywood Undead, what have you created?
I know that we have never really met before But tell me does this rag smell like chloroform? You know that I'm the reason people lock the 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 (?) Like (?) 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
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Good night Sleep Tight Don't let the dead bite wrap all up (?) around your head and watch you as you take flight
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
(??) when you look into these (? eyes) say goodnight cause its almost your bed time buckle up cause its time to fly you bought a first class ticket to Columbian 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 ticket and follow me to the creep show.
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Good night Sleep Tight Don't let the dead bite wrap all up (?) around your head and watch you as you take flight