Текст песни:

[Intro]
It was once a dark lonely summer′s eve
On the lonely streets of Sunset
When the lord called upon 7 crazy m.c′s
J Dog, Charlie Scene, The Server, Da Kurlzz, Shady Jeff, and Tha Producer

Hey! Uh, man you forgot the homie funny man, C′mon!

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 barritone with a voice that′s 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 girls, 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 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

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 till you see my face, hey bitch!
Wear them tight jeans that show your ass crack
My first name gives Veitnam flash backs
I get drunk and do the same old, same old
Take three girls home, and call them Charlies Angels
What′chu 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 2 Pac′s life
Then pay my fine for getting caught fucking on the Hollywood side
I got the game on lock
I′ll have a bottle and a glock
with bisceps like The Rock
Buy Toms 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
[repeat]

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 bisceps like The Rock
Buy Toms soul back from Rupert Murdoch

BITCH! White motherfucker!

@ Hollywood Undead

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Get, get, get drunk lets
Get, get, get drunk lets
Get, get, get drunk lets
Get, get, get...

California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California throw it up
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California, so high we′ll ride all night

Comin′ straight outta Cali (what?!)
The 818 valley (what?!)
323! Fuckin′ horse night alley(?)
And from Highland to Clayton, all these bitches are hatin′
′Cause the shit that we′re saying, is the shit that they′re playin′
If we don′t make it we′ll take it
If ain′t real then we′ll fake it
Open your mouth and I′ll break it; don′t give a fuck it you hate it!
We′re looking for the 6 chicks, down with the 6 dicks
Rollin′ all day, gettin′ buzzed its ridiculous
Horny like the sickness
Quickies with the quickness
Pussy like its business
Work it like its fitness
Listen while I spit this, gamin′ all these bitches
Now I′m gonna hit this, and fuck until I′m dickless!

California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California throw it up
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California, so high we′ll ride all night

Let′s get girls in the front and the sluts in the back
Let′s push ′em all together and put ′em on our laps
Alcohol and drugs and California love
They got me ready to party on this sweetened Bacardi
From the north to the south, this state′s all about
Silicon lips and all the fake tits!
California girls; best in the world
Best in the back seat; so lets get fuckin′ nasty!
I′m a pirate on the streets of C-California
Movin′ and cruisin′, we′re boozin′ all night to the mornin′
So from dust ′till dawn, you know Undead is always on
Hit it once like a bomb
Hit it twice and then I′m gone!

California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California throw it up
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California, all night ′till the morning

You don′t wanna step on us, we leave the club fucked up
Come on down and say "What′s up?"
Don′t front ′cause I ain′t buzzed
Johnny′s here to fuck you up
JDOG pass the 40 up
You know I′ll be here all night
And Undead ′till the day we die

California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California throw it up
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California show me love
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
California, all night ′till the morning

Get, get, get drunk let′s
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
Get, get, get, drunk let′s
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up
Get, get, get, drunk let′s
Get buzzed; let′s get fucked up

California, so high we′ll ride all night!

@ Hollywood Undead

Текст песни:

[Funnyman as Santa Claus]
[Tha Producer and Charlie Scene]
[Chorus:]
It′s Christmas in Hollywood
Santa′s back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe lets fuck
It′s Chanukah in Inglewood
the dradles spinning in the hood
so meet me by the manura lets get drunk

[Charlie Scene and J-dog]
J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave some gifts and then we gave some lovin
The weird kind of love that you give to your cousin
Little Timmy stole from 7-11
So we stopped by his house with a pair of sevens
We drank in his room with some dude named Kevin
But there was still some bad kids who deserved some presents
Zack got caught with a bottle of jack
So we slipped down his chimney with an 18 pack
He didn′t leave cookies but we needed a snack
So we took the beer back and I FUCKED HIM IN THE ASS!!!
It′s Charlie Scene got egg nog in my flask
The holidays are back and all my presents are wrapped
Like oh my god is that saint nick
Kids give me your list like its the 25th
Been accused of being a bad kid
But I get presents as is
Cause MRS. Clause just myspace′d me
I blew off a date on Christmas eve.
So I don′t give a fuck if your naughty or nice
You might still get a Rolly (rolex) and a gang on ice
So write your list and never have no fear
Have a Hollywood Christmas and an Undead new year!!!!
FUCK YEAH!!!

[The Server and Da Kurlzz]
bout to serve it up for for all you boys and girls.
good kids, bad and even Da Kurlzz.
we were chillin at home and deckin the halls.
so I checked my phone and Santa had called.
he said he′d swing by at a quarter to twelve.
he said that his jolly ass needed some help.
he said Christmas aint a gang but a way of life.
"if you guide my sleigh, I′ll let you fuck my wife."
so we jumped in his sleigh and it started to jingle,
funnier than fuck you can ask Chris Kringle.
so we all took flight but something was fishy.
he asked for road head and started to kiss me.
underneath his suit was just a bunch of pillows.
instead of bags of presents, he had bags of dildo′s.
I pulled down his beard and it was a monster.
it wasn′t saint nick it was a fuckin imposter.
when we found out he started to pout.
I took my bandana and I choked him out.
I pulled off his beard and I fucked his mouth.
hi-jacked his sleigh and headed down south.
I had a lot of wild nights but tonight was the craziest,
met a lot of Jeff′s but this one was shadiest.
when it comes to cheer that motherfuckers a grinch.
so if you don′t like Christmas FUCK YOU BITCH!!!

@ Hollywood Undead

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(Lets watch it burn) [X2]
Lets watch this city burn the world
Lets watch this city burn
From the sky over top the world
Till theres nothing left of her
Lets watch this city burn the world

watch things burn to ash
Go through empty cans of gas
The only evidence they have
Is the police catch on my mask
And its hardly time to ask
If you can save my heart for last

And its hard to face the facts
When the darkness fades to black
Its not just make beleive
When they make me take a seat
And they put ephenamines
in the air and make me breath

So come on and grab your children
Look out for burning buildings
And savillians who are follish
We kill them by the million
And billions of people die
For a lost cause

So now i pray to my nation
thats destroyed under god

(Say its the end of the world)
All my battles have been won
But the war has just begun

Lets watch this city burn
From the sky over top the world
Till theres nothing left in her
Lets watch the city burn away

The city is so pretty
You wanna burn it with me
Till the sky bleeds ashes
And the f**kin sky crashes

We make ashes just with matches
To ignite the flame
And all the hopes of a young teen
F**kin insane stays the same

Take the pill
And go get drunk
And go get killed
Double dose
Acid lines and acid luck
Breathing till there is no breth

I will not die in the night in the light
With the sun and the ashes
of this world in my lungs

But who am i to say
Lets all just run away
Go grab your fancy pay
We′re gonna rule the world today

(Say its the end of the world)
its the end of the earth
We′ve been done since our birth

Lets watch this city burn
From the sky over top the world
Till theres nothing left in her
Lets watch the city burn the world

(Lets watch the city burn) [X2]
The city is so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me
The city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me
The city looks so pretty
do you wanna burn it with me

We use the trees as tourches
Do you wanna burn it with me
Fill the streets with corpses
Do you wanna burn it with me
watch the city f**kin bleed
Do you wanna burn it with me
Bring the world to its knees
Do you wanna burn it with me

Lets watch this city burn
From the sky over top the world
Till theres nothing left of her
Lets watch this city burn the world
Lets watch this city burn
From the sky over top the world
Till theres nothing left of her
Lets watch this city burn the world

Lets watch it burn
Lets watch it burn
Lets watch this city burn the world

@ Hollywood Undead

Текст песни:

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.

[Tha Producer: chorus]
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

[chorus]

[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

[chorus]

[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

[chorus]

[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 ...

[Tha Producer:]
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. [2x]

@ Hollywood Undead

Текст песни:

Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiraling downward
I couldn′t get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and suffocate me dry concert
It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, Stab My Heart cause I Love You and Rip
Apart My Soul and of course Stabity, Rip, Stab, Stab
And it doesn′t help that I couldn′t get my hair to flipply thing the other day like that guy from
that band could do. Somedays

I′m an emo kid, none confomting as can be you′d me none comforting to if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and makeup on my face
I′m almost emo enough to start shaving my legs, cause I feel real deep when I′m dressing in drag I
call it freedom of expression, mostjust call me a fag
Cause our dudes look like chicks and our chicks look like dikes
Cause emo is one step below tranfestite

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don′t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I′m dark, and sensitive low self esteem
The way I dress makes everyday feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara and now I′m grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobby
I can′t get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me
It′s never any fun they say they already have a pussy
They don′t need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don′t jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair nail polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss
You know? It′s so dark
And its suffocating me
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip
Tighter then a pair of my little sisters jeans
Which look great on me, by the way

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I′m just a bad cheap imitation of goth
You could read me Catcher In The Rye and watch me jack-off
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I liked girls I′d only be half right

I look like I′m dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBOX I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo

My parents don′t get me you know?
They think I′m gay because they saw me kiss a guy well, a couple of guys
But I mean it′s the 2 thousands can′t two, or four dudes make out with each other without being gay
I mean chicks dig that kind of thing anyways
I don′t know diary, sometimes I think you′re the only one on that gets me, You′re my best friend

@ Hollywood Undead

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[Hot Topic Bonus Track]

[Intro]
[Shady Jeff:] Lets go right now!

[J-dog:]
I look alive, I′m dead inside. My heart has holes and black blood flows.
We′ll do some drugs, well fall in love and get fucked up while the world just shrugs.
With no thought Logically.
Were wondering the streets so aimlessly.
I hate to see these kids just being put down so painlessly.
And people say you Dye your hair and wear tight jeans, that doesn′t mean.
That you can′t scream, or like loud noise, you got a choice, you have a voice.
And just because you showed no love and hate on us
you fucked our trust.
Now watch we thrust this
Knife Called Lust into my Chest until it Bust.

[Chorus]
[Producer:]
This love, This Hate
Is burning me away
([Shady Jeff:] is burning me away)
It′s hard to face that
We′re all the same.
This love, This Hate
Is Burning me away
([Shady Jeff:] is burning me away)
It′s harder times like these that never change
([Shady Jeff:] That never change)

[Charlie Scene:]
mad at the fact your dad is an addict, your friend takes pills he thinks it cures sadness,
I′m not here to attack or make you kids panic,
but i just think it′s tragic the way these kids have it.
and everybody sins and it all begins, it goes back around, nobody ever wins.
and you stab yourself in the back, EVERYBODY JUST RELAXED! it all just hits so close to home,
we all got friends but we stand alone, and your on your own from a broken home,
you keep the truth inside and it stays unknown. Nostalgia hit and its time to quit,
and everybody acts like it don′t mean shit. a
and your friend will stab you just to fuck some girl,
put your hands in the air and scream FUCK THE WORLD!!!

[Chorus]
[Producer:]
This love, This Hate
Is burning me away
([Shady Jeff:] is burning me away)
It′s hard to face that
We′re all the same.
This love, This Hate
Is Burning me away
([Shady Jeff:] is burning me away)
It′s harder times like these that never change
([Shady Jeff:] That never change)

[Bridge:]
[Producer and Charlie Scene:] Let go
[Producer:] I′ll bring you closer
[Producer and Charlie Scene:] Right now
[Charlie Scene:] I′ll hold on tightly
[Producer and Charlie Scene:] Let go
[Producer:] We′re going no where
[Producer and Charlie Scene:] Somewhere
[Charlie Scene:] And things aren′t over
[Producer:] Harder times like these!
[Producer and Kurlzz and Shady Jeff:] Growing up on the streets!
[Producer:] Harder times like these!
[Producer, Kurlzz and Shady Jeff:] We′ll put you back on your feet!

[Chorus]
[Producer:]
This love, This Hate
Is burning me away
([Shady Jeff:] is burning me away)
It′s hard to face that
We′re all the same.
This love, This Hate
Is Burning me away
([Shady Jeff:] is burning me away)
It′s harder times like these that never change
([Shady Jeff:] That never change)

[Ending:]
[Charlie Scene:]
And I fall to the ground with my teardrops
And I get lost every time my heart stops
[Producer:]
This love this hate is burning me away
[Charlie Scene:]
And I fall to the ground with my teardrops
And I get lost every time my heart stops
[Producer:]
This love this hate is burning me away!

@ Hollywood Undead

Текст песни:

Oh! Shake it, baby!
Funny Man! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Los Angeles!
Undead, let′s go!

′Cause there′s no other place that I′d rather be than Los Angeles
Come on, shake it, baby
Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo′
You′ve got a fatass, but you shake it like ain′t a ho

There′s no other place that I′d rather be than Los Angeles
Come on, shake it, baby
Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo′
You′ve got a fatass, but you shake it like ain′t a ho

Who dat, who dat, knockin′ on the window?
It′s Funny, JDog, smokin′ up the endo
Windows down, you know the system′s bangin′
Hollywood Undead, I ain′t playin′
Cruisin′ downtown with the bottle beside me
Lookin′ so fly I got bitches behind me
Yo I′m in the studio makin′ something to dance too
Cause these bitches wanna hear something they can shake their ass to
We up in LA represent Hollywood
West side ′till I die, muthaf**ka what′s good?
So what′s good with that, when this song′s a rap
Deuce in the studio, got bitches in the back
Smoked out, backseat, dippin′ in the taxi
So what′cha gonna do when I knock you out foo?
Keep it the same, you know Undead is the name
Say what you say, it′s okay, we ain′t never gonna change

′Cause there′s no other place that I′d rather be than Los Angeles
Come on, shake it, baby
Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo′
You′ve got a fatass, but you shake it like ain′t a ho

There′s no other place that I′d rather be than Los Angeles
Come on, shake it, baby
Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo′
You′ve got a fatass, but you shake it like ain′t a ho

Everybody in the club shake it up!
LA let me see you shake it up!
Hollywood let me see you shake it up!
Everybody shake it up, come one, shake it baby!

I ain′t f**kin′ around ′cause King Kong is down
Crystal, shake it up, we all ova this town
So let′s cruise to the Boulevard into the Beauty Bar
Let me see you work that ass, come on and shake it fast
Two whiskey hits, JDogs giving shots in the back
So where my boys at?
There goes Johnny 3 cruisin′ in the Cadillac
′63 no (?) and that′s a fact!
When you see me on the scene; black shirt, black jeans,
tattoos, white shoes
Runnin′ 30 deep foo!
In the city of LA where it′s just another day
Shooting craps with the Phantom
Dude thinks he′s getting paid!
We ain′t here to front, we ain′t here to beef
We′re just here to get you out of yo muthaf**kin′ seat
And you don′t really wanna step to this
Funny Man, Undead, and we rock it like what?

′Cause there′s no other place that I′d rather be than Los Angeles
Come on, shake it, baby
Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo′
You′ve got a fatass, but you shake it like ain′t a ho

There′s no other place that I′d rather be than Los Angeles
Come on, shake it, baby
Come on, grab a drink; I wanna see you hit the flo′
You′ve got a fatass, but you shake it like ain′t a ho

HAHA! Oh shit! What′s really goin′ on baby?
What′s happenin′ bad boy, you know who this is!
It′s the Funny Man AKA King Kong!
Oh, yo Dave! Dickey Dave! F**k you, bitch!
You got yo face pimped! Holla!
Oh wait, gotta go! Charlie′s hittin′ me up!
Peace, bitch!

@ Hollywood Undead

Текст песни:

Hollywood we′re never going down [x3]

[Chorus]
And all the kids in the hood come and wave and shake your hands, Hollywood we′re never going down.
When you′re drunk shake that ass like you know how to dance, Hollywood we′re never going down.

Start getting loud I want to party now, if you hit an Undead that′s a party foul.
I only drink Mickey′s I can′t afford the cans I drink so much they call me Charlie 40 hands.
If they keg is tapped and you′re getting capped, take your girl to the sack and I′ll take a nap.
Ladies drink them fast so I can have a blast
You got your beer gog′s on and I′m getting ass
"Like oh my god is that Charlie Scene?"
Ladies show me your treats like it′s Halloween
You got a fake I.D. and you′re 17
I′m a complete catastrophe buzzing around you like a bumble bee.
So let′s take some shots, do a beer run and flip off a cop.
Girls give me props and there on my jock.
Paris Hilton said that′s hot when she saw my cock, "that′s hot"

[Chorus]

I′m about to serve it up for all you party goers.
Scene Kids, Meat Heads, Alchi′s Stoners.
Dancing around like a bunch of faggots, funnier then fuck you can ask Bob Sagget.
I never claimed that I knew how to dance, but I′ll get drunk, get high, and pull down my pants
So fuck 5 bucks just fill up my cup, don′t kiss me bitch you just threw up.
Now I′m drunk as fuck about to pass out, destination you′re mother′s couch.
Dude is it really true you screwed my mom?
Fuck yeah bro, that pussy was balling.
So I′m humping, jumping, sipping and skipping.
It′s nights like these that we all love living.
So take out your hands and throw the H.U. up
Now wave it around like you don′t give a fuck!
Check please.

[Chorus]

Can′t stop, Won′t stop, Charlie make the booty drop
Can′t stop, Won′t stop, Server make the booty drop
Can′t stop, Won′t stop, J make the booty drop
Can′t stop, Won′t stop, Peters make the booty drop
Can′t stop, Won′t stop, Kurlzz make the booty drop
Can′t stop, Won′t stop, Funny make the booty drop
Can′t stop, Won′t stop, let me so the panties drop, Producers on the dance floor.
Let me your booty pop.

Grab your drink. Get on the floor!
Grab your drink and get on the floor!

Let′s dance in the Hood, shake that ass Hollywood

[Chorus]

Hollywood we′re never going down [x3]

@ Hollywood Undead