It was once a dark, lonely summers eve. On the lonely streets of Sunset. When the lord called upon six crazy MC's. J-Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da Curlz, and the Producer.
"Hey man you forgot about da homey Funny Man, c'mon dog. Awe."
And I can show you how to hump, without making love. The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak. And I'll be layin' in the sun. Bottle and a gun. The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak.
My clothes are always retro. Sexual like I'm hetro, and I'll play a bitch like Nintendo. (Zelda!) Take her for a ride in my Benzo. Funny as fuck I should do stand up. Bust caps at the crowd like I don't give a fuck. (Fuck you!) Got a gold dance grill. Meet me on the side Kik if you wanna chill. Hop in the ride let's roll. I'm a baritone with a voice so low. It'll make your speakers explode, as I drop yo panties to the flo. (Aah!) Lemme bend you over. Lemme lay you sideways. Hop on the bed girl it's freaky friday. If you go beef then you better step up, bitch. Hollywood Undead ain't nothing to fuck with!
And I can show you how to hump, without making love. The way to look at me, I can tell that you're a freak. And I'll be layin' in the sun. Bottle and a gun. The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak.
Girl, come smoke my pole like a Marlboro. Introduce me to your mom as Charles. It's Charlie Scene. Shake your ass to the bass. Wait till you see my face. Hey bitch. Wear them tight jeans that show your ass crack. My first name gives Vietnam flashbacks. I get drunk and do the same old same old. Take three girls home, and call'em Charlie's Angels.
Watcha gonna do after we get signed?
I'm gonna lose my mind. Get thirty inch speakers and pimp my ride. Go back in time. Be there that night and save 2-Pac's life. Then pay my fine for getting caught fucking on the Hollywood sign. I got the game unlocked I'll have a bottle and a glock with biceps like The Rock. Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch. (Hey!)
And I can show you how to hump, without making love. The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak. And I'll be layin' in the sun. Bottle and a gun. The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak.
Get down, I'll show you how.
C'mon girl lemme show you how. Let's get freaky deaky now.
Get down, I'll show you how.
C'mon girl lemme show you how. Let's get freaky deaky now.
And I can show you how to hump, without making love. The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak. And I'll be laying in the sun. Bottle and a gun. The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak.
Get down, I'll show you how.
If you got beef then you better step up, bitch. Hollywood Undead ain't nothing to fuck with!
Get down, I'll show you how.
I'll have a bottle and a glock with biceps like The Rock. Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch.
Bitch! What motherfucker?!
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