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Dead in ditches

by Hollywood Undead

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Deuce :
That´s when we, that´s when we, that´s when we ride.
That´s when we, that´s when we ride on these bitches.

Deuce:
That´s when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so don´t you try, we´re packin` 9´s,
we leave you dead in ditches.

Johnny 3 Tears:
Don´t get us wrong we only made this song, to make you feel hard when you hit the bong. When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone, to Lick shots kill cops, to a hip hop song. So pull them toasters out them holsters, pull that shirt right off your shoulders, pull that 9 this is how you hold her, pull that trigger, H U soldiers.Punk (punk), rock out on the block, tick tock you can not stop(stop), hip hop like when we drop top so hot (so hot). Johnny 3´s been drinking whiskey,Trigger finger feeling frisky, when you shoot it´s so damn risky, dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me

Deuce:
That´s when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so don´t you try, we´re packin` 9´s,
we leave you dead in ditches.

Charlie Scene:
Wait up hold on... oh no, got you faggots in a choke hold,
And I think I like you, but my 9 sho´ don´t. And how many shots till you hit that flo´, I bet fo´. (Yo Charlie you loco). Fo´ sho´, how many people dipping in my fo´ door. (I see three) Bitch no, there´s five in the back, and your girls on my lap, she´s a down low, pro ho, fo´ sho. What? What the fuck did I just say, 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 geeks. And we can talk right or in the street, but my gun talks first ´cause he loves to speak – BITCH

Deuce:
That´s when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so don´t you try, we´re packin` 9´s,
we leave you dead in ditches.

Funny Man:
Yo… 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 so 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

Deuce:
That´s when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so don´t you try, we´re packin` 9´s,
we leave you dead in ditches.

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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