Hollywood Undead - Dead in Ditches lyrics

Fucking faggots
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
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

That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches
That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

Don't get us wrong, we only made this song
To make you feel hard when you hit the bong
And 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 nine, this is how you hold her
Pull that trigger, HU soldiers
Punk, rock out on the block
Tick-tock, you cannot stop
Hip-hop like when we drop-top 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

That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches
That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

Wait up, hold on, oh no
Got you faggots in a choke-hold
And I think I like you
But my nine sure don't
And how many shots till you hit
That floor? I bet four
"Yo Charlie, you're loco" for sure
How many people dipping in my four door?
"I see 3" bitch no, there's 5 in the back
And your girl's on my lap
She's a down-low, pro hoe for sure
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 risque
Deuce made me this way
That's why you don't want no beef
'Cause me verse you is like beat the geek
So we can talk right here or in the street
But my gun talks first 'cause
He loves to speak, bitch

That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches
That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

Yo, I'm in the Coupe DeVille
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 skating on Daytons
And that's like Freddy Kruger hating on Jason
That's got the Funny Man losing his patience
Leave you dead in a ditch
On Highland and Franklin

That's when we ride on bitches
You fucking faggot snitches
So don't you try, we're packing nines
We leave you dead in ditches

Undead! 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 sideways, white-bold "LA"
Flat on your back
Leave you smoked like an ashtray
Wig split, face ripped
Nod if you're listening 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

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
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