Hollywood Undead - Dead In Ditches Lyrics

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I don't ask any questions I just spray.

So hey what I may say may be riskee

Deuce made me this way.

That's why you don't want no beef

'cause me verse you's like beat the geek.

So we can talk right or in the street

But my gun talks first cause he loves to speak BITCH

[Chorus]

[Funny Man:]

Yo I'm in the Coupe De'Ville with the shiny rims

Playing these bitches like a violin.

I got more freaks than a carnival

Pop the trunk there's my arsenal.

I got bats gats straps so let's start a war

I'll eat you alive like a carnivore.

My guns need nicotine they smoke more than me

I'm with my boy Charles P he'll go to war with me. Ooh wee

Yo King Kong swinging from a tree

Dropping on these haters 'till they bleed

I'm coming at you bitches full speed

(Funny Man lay off the weed!).

Oh people get jealous when I'm skatin' on Dayton`s

And that's like Freddy Kruger hatin' on Jason.

That's got the Funny Man losing his patience

Leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin

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[Chorus]

UNDEAD!

[J-Dog:]

What!? Say what the fuck Six shooters up now what the fuck

Point them up. Who's down to ride who's down to ride

Undead pop shots we're down to die.

Who's down to die who's down to die

Undead pop shots we're bound to ride.

Black hat side ways white bold LA

Flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray.

Wig split face ripped nod if you're listenin'

Shot to the cross Leave you dead like a Christian.

Pop Pop your heart just stops stops

When I just cock cock my gun cause I shoot for fun

That's how the west was won.

I sell an ounce and then I sell two more

Then I come to collect with the pistol 44.

There's some truth to that About the weed or the gat

You may never know just leave it at...

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