Dot Dot Curve - Hater Monkeys lyrics
[Dot Dot Curve - Hater Monkeys lyrics]
You got new messages
'Yo, fuck Scene Kidz man
They can’t fucking rap
They're all fucking poseurs, man fuck sk
Here's what they yap about 'Well, y'know
You guys are like totally like the
Rejected Hollywood Undead what is
This? I mean, maners these days?
Screamo and rap? What the fuck
You guys suck '
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh oh)
Seems like you're running out
Of things to say
And yes our cd costs 5 bucks (Uh, huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh oh)
Seems like we’re not cool enough these days
I’m not gonna sit and be emo about it
I mean God damn you fuck your wife
There's no doubt about it, right?
You wanna autograph? Fuck you!
You were talkin’ shit last time
I talked to you on Myspace
Of all places half these fuckers don't even
Show their real faces dim the lit too
Dim the acne
Do what you do to make yourself happy
When you talk shit I really do care
I stay up all night hugging my teddy bear
Not i don't give a fuck
Keep sending hate mail oh my god
Do you really care that fucking much!?
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh oh)
Seems like you're running out
Of things to say
And yes our cd costs 5 bucks (Uh, huh)
You’ll get it if you're in luck (Uh oh)
Seems like we're not cool enough these days
Send the hate mail s- send the hate mail
You can try to make us quit
But, I bet you fail
Keep giving mar far when all the records fail
Bitch you ain't gonna stop us
So just quit picking on us kid
'Cause no matter what you do
We'll still be the same crew
And um yeah, yeah i love the hu
But we don't look like them
We don't sound like them I mean c'mon
The Rejected Hollywood Undead?
Temper, temper! You better watch that shit
Here Take your meds, bitch
And if you haven't found out by now
Spank, your other sk don't give a shit
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh oh)
Seems like you're running out
Of things to say
And yes our cd costs 5 bucks (Uh, huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh oh)
Seems like we're not cool enough these days
First off let me say I'm a fucking girl, dude
How you gonna say that we sound like hu?
Don't be mad you can't do like we do
The music that you try to
Make sounds like poo-poo
Hollywood Undead rocks my socks
But we're not them so you can just fuck off!
Y-e-eah oh man oh man oh man oh man
Here we go here we go here we go
Oh jeeze, put that in your pocket hater
Fuck you guys bitches you suck
Fuck you anyways fuck off
'Yo, fuck Scene Kidz man
They can’t fucking rap
They're all fucking poseurs, man fuck sk
Here's what they yap about 'Well, y'know
You guys are like totally like the
Rejected Hollywood Undead what is
This? I mean, maners these days?
Screamo and rap? What the fuck
You guys suck '
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh oh)
Seems like you're running out
Of things to say
And yes our cd costs 5 bucks (Uh, huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh oh)
Seems like we’re not cool enough these days
I’m not gonna sit and be emo about it
I mean God damn you fuck your wife
There's no doubt about it, right?
You wanna autograph? Fuck you!
You were talkin’ shit last time
I talked to you on Myspace
Of all places half these fuckers don't even
Show their real faces dim the lit too
Dim the acne
Do what you do to make yourself happy
When you talk shit I really do care
I stay up all night hugging my teddy bear
Not i don't give a fuck
Keep sending hate mail oh my god
Do you really care that fucking much!?
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh oh)
Seems like you're running out
Of things to say
And yes our cd costs 5 bucks (Uh, huh)
You’ll get it if you're in luck (Uh oh)
Seems like we're not cool enough these days
Send the hate mail s- send the hate mail
You can try to make us quit
But, I bet you fail
Keep giving mar far when all the records fail
Bitch you ain't gonna stop us
So just quit picking on us kid
'Cause no matter what you do
We'll still be the same crew
And um yeah, yeah i love the hu
But we don't look like them
We don't sound like them I mean c'mon
The Rejected Hollywood Undead?
Temper, temper! You better watch that shit
Here Take your meds, bitch
And if you haven't found out by now
Spank, your other sk don't give a shit
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh oh)
Seems like you're running out
Of things to say
And yes our cd costs 5 bucks (Uh, huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh oh)
Seems like we're not cool enough these days
First off let me say I'm a fucking girl, dude
How you gonna say that we sound like hu?
Don't be mad you can't do like we do
The music that you try to
Make sounds like poo-poo
Hollywood Undead rocks my socks
But we're not them so you can just fuck off!
Y-e-eah oh man oh man oh man oh man
Here we go here we go here we go
Oh jeeze, put that in your pocket hater
Fuck you guys bitches you suck
Fuck you anyways fuck off