Paroles Dead in ditches Hollywood Undead

Dead in ditches

Punk ass fagots (ah ha)
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 (Oh!)

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 (Oh!)

That's when we ride on bitches
You fuckin' fagot snitches
So don't you try we packin' nines
We'll leave you dead in ditches

That's when we ride on bitches
You fuckin' fagot snitches
So don't you try we packin' nines
We'll leave you dead in ditches

Don't get us wrong we only made the song
To make you feel hard when you hit the bong
And when the 40's up and the 40's gone
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 nine this is how you hold her
Pull that trigger H.U. soldiers (punk!)
Rock out on the block (block!)
Tick-tock you cannot stop (stop!)
Hip-hop like when we drop
Talk is so hot
Johnny 3's been drinkin' whiskey
Trigger finger feelin' frisky
When you shoot it's so damn risky
Dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me

That's when we ride on bitches
You fuckin' fagot snitches
So don't you try we packin' nines
We'll leave you dead in ditches

That's when we ride on bitches
You fuckin' fagot snitches
So don't you try we packin' nines
We'll leave you dead in ditches

Wait up hold on (oh no!)
Got you fagots in a choke hold
And I think I like you but my nine sure don't
And how many shots till you hit that flo'
I bet four (Yo Charlie, you loco! ) (fo' sho')
How many people dippin' in my four door? (I see three)(
Bitch, no)
There's five in the back and your girl's on my lap she's a down low pro ho
(fo' sho')
(What? ) What the fuck did I just say?
I don't ask questions I just spray
So hey what I say may be risqué
Deuce made me this way
That's why you don't want no beef
Cause me versus you is like beatin' the geeks
But we can talk right here or in the streets
But my gun talks first cause he loves to speak (bitch!)

That's when we ride on bitches
You fuckin' fagot snitches
So don't you try we packin' nines
We'll leave you dead in ditches

That's when we ride on bitches
You fuckin' fagot snitches
So don't you try we packin' nines
We'll leave you dead in ditches

In the Coupe De Ville with the shiny rims
Playin' these bitches like a violin
I got more freaks than a carnival
Pop the trunk there's my arsenal
I got bats plus gats 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. who'll go to war with me
King Kong swingin' from a tree (tree!)
Droppin' on the haters till they bleed
I'm comin' at you bitches full speed (speed!)
(Funny Man lay off the weed)
People getting jealous when I'm skatin' on Dayton's
And that's like Freddy Krueger hatin' on Jason
That's got the Funny Man losin' his patience
Leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin

That's when we ride on bitches
You fuckin 'fagot snitches
So don't you try we packin' nines
We'll leave you dead in ditches (Undead!)

(What!) Say what the fuck
Six shooters up
Now what the fuck boy (let's ride)
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 sideways 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 thats how the west was won.
I sell an ounce, then I sell two mo'
Then I come to collect with the pistol (fo', fo')
There's some truth to that about the weed or the gat
You may never know just leave it at..

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 (Oh!)

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 (Oh! )