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lirik lagu nightmare million$ - cover of dead in ditches by hollywood undead

[intro: a]
that’s when we, that’s when we, that’s when we ride!
that’s when we, that’s when we ride on these b-tches!
that’s when we, that’s when we, that’s when we ride!
that’s when we, that’s when we ride on these b-tches!

[chorus: a]
that’s when we ride on b-tches!
you fucking f-ggot snitches!
so don’t you try, we’re packing nines
we leave you dead in ditches!
that’s when we ride on b-tches!
you fucking f-ggot snitches!
so don’t you try, we’re packing nines!
we leave you dead in ditches!

[verse 1: big d]
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, k!ll 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 d-mn risky
dead in a ditch but i hope you miss me

[verse 2: a]
wait up, hold on, oh no
got you f-ggots in a choke-hold
and i think i like you but my 9 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)
b-tch 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
and we can talk right here or in the street
but my gun talks first ’cause he loves to speak b-tch!

[verse 3: dylen gamer]
yo, in the coupe deville with the shiny rims
playing these b-tches like a violin
i got more freaks than a carnival
pop my trunk, there’s my -rs-nal
i got gats, bats, 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 b-tches 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 b-tches!
you fucking f-ggot 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!

[verse 4: rok]
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 c-ck, c-ck, 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…

[outro: a]
that’s when we, that’s when we, that’s when we ride!
that’s when we, that’s when we ride on these b-tches!
that’s when we, that’s when we, that’s when we ride!
that’s when we, that’s when we ride on these b-tches!

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