Lyrics:
I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she wants to know what Hollywood is
I gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she makes her hips do a twist
Yeah I
nobody
This is the part that the thugs skip
Young nigga never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
That
On my grind you could see me skate
I roll in a Holden while I’m holdin' while it’s stolen brudda get stopped by the d.e.a
Still got love for the team
it's kinda weird
Re-records his line on RUN
Uh, that last note right here
Try to hold that
Hold it okay
Man, black people are gonna hate this song
I
the deep
And I'll send you straight to the afterlife
For fucking with me
Hollywood to the death
Undead put you to sleep
Can't fall, can't die!
stuff, indeed.
The alchemists brute
Summoned by the gloom
An undead in this earthen vessel
Found within the tombs
Who occupies his empty eyes
From whence
I hate love
It's a bitch sometimes
Mama, I'm sorry for using that word
But I only use it when it applies
I hate love
It's a cruel reminder
Even
sober's so overrated
Hollywood Undead what have you created?
I know that we have never really met before
But tell me does this rag smell like chloroform?
sober's so overrated
Hollywood Undead what have you created?
I know that we have never really met before
But tell me does this rag smell like chloroform?
I can't do this anymore
You said you don't love me anymore
You got me feeling insecure
When you threw my things out the door
And i know you wanna
swanging you do (the wood)
I love dick
I know, I can tell by the way you sucking on that straw (Aww naw)
I bet you picturing me dicking you down now huh
the blood dripping faster
And I don't know whats coming after
Get me outta this place
I'm caught in this haunted disaster
In Hollywood I feel like I'm Dracula
deserve it
Let's celebrate, Blacc Hollywood
And we be in the club, buying all our champagne
Spillin' it on the couches
Me and my niggas deserve this shit
in this Clan
Slay the undead who invade your land
Wolves were maimed, vampires were crushed
By furry paws in a rush
Christopher Lee orders a Blood,
Hollywood, take your bitch
Now I'm thinking about it i probably could
My ex don’t drop my jaw
But I bet that Molly would
I love the drugs, I hate
to giddy up
Count Vanni is the product of
The prodigal son, the god of above
The push to the shove, the hate in the love
The fight of mike Tyson the flight
the room, the shorties stop and stare
Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face
But little do they know, I keep them thangs by waist side
I reply, nobody
the room, the shorties stop and stare
Niggas start to hate, rearrange they face
But little do they know, I keep them thangs by waist side
I reply, nobody
"Hate! It was with this hand that Cain iced his brother."
"Love! These five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man."
C'mon!
Love
I said fuck Hollywood, I'm good on Hollywood Road, yeah
Fuck Hollywood, I'm good on Hollywood Road, uh
Jap Boy TXMIYAMA yeah
I love her and I hate
promise Ima show up and I cause a fuckin ruckus
And I love it
Ima work until my team becoming somethin
I hate talking online, girl let's meet up instead
I
It's Undead and the rest
Johnny cashing checks
This is Hollywood, welcome to The West
What you give is what you get
What you see is what it is
The devil comes alive in Hollywood
See her walking by misunderstood
I don't want to lose in Hollywood
In Hollywood
What's your name
What's your
Hollywood In the Church
By Jody Johnson
City to City town to town
Church on every corner
cnd souls still bound
Look around it needs to stop
Christ
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