Lyrics Hollywood Undead – Bottle And A Gun
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It was once a dark lonely summer’s eve
On the lonely streets of Sunset
When the Lord called upon 6 crazy MCs:
J-Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da Kurlzz and Tha Producer.
Hey! Uh, man you forgot the homie Funny Man, c’mon, fuck off!
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.
My clothes are always retro.
Sexual like I’m hetero.
And I 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-ass grill.
Hit me on the sidekick 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.
And I’ll drop your panties to the floor (Ah!).
Let me bend you over, let me lay you sideways.
Hop in the back, girl, it’s Freaky Fridays!
If you got beef, then you better step up, bitch.
Hollywood Undead ain’t nothin’ to fuck with.
And I can show you how to hump
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.
Girl, come and smoke my pole like a Marlboro.
Introduce me to your mom as Charles.
It’s Charlie Scene. Shake your ass to the bass.
Wait ’til you see my face. Hey, bitch!
Wear them tight jeans that show your ass crack.
My first name gives Vietnam flash backs.
I get drunk and do the same old, same old.
Take three girls home, and call them Charlie’s Angels.
What you gonna do after we get signed?
I’m gonna lose my mind.
Get 30 inch spinners and pimp my ride.
Go back in time.
Be there that night and save 2Pac’s life.
Then pay my fine
For getting caught fucking on the Hollywood sign.
I got the game on lock.
I’ll have a bottle and a Glock
With biceps like The Rock.
Buy Tom’s soul back from Rupert Murdoch.
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.
C’mon, girl, let me show you how.
Let’s get freaky-deaky now.
Get down, I’ll show you how.
C’mon, girl, let me 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?!
Album
Hollywood Undead – Hollywood Undead - Swan Songs
