| Hollywood Undead – This Love, This Hate Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| He also says her name in Gravestone so I'm thinking it may be his daughter. | |
| Hollywood Undead – Bottle And A Gun Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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correct lyrics are : [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 a fun 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 ball 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 two 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 cought 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! What motherfucker?! |
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| The Scene Aesthetic – Beauty In The Breakdown Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| they recorded the song in a full band format for the cd (Building Homes From what We've Known, its out now.) they include the acoustic version of "Beauty In The Brakdown" as a bonus track aswell. | |
| The Juliana Theory – Shotgun Serenade Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| yeah i have no idea what brett is saying in the underlined parts. | |
| Breaking Benjamin – Ladybug Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| it is also on the So Cold EP | |
| Emery – Anne Marie Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| not a clue but its funny as heck | |
| Chester Bennington – The Morning After Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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the correct lyrics would be Caught up against the wall again, Tied the ball to he chain again, Never cease to amaze the thought in me, I sleep, sleep, sleep, please don't, Wake me 'til the morning after, Wake me 'til the morning after, Cut and bruised by the fall again, Lick my wounds like a dog again, Is that a light at the end of the tunnel that I see, I see, Please let it be, but don't, Wake me 'til the morning after, Wake me 'til the morning after, Wake me 'til the morning after, I'm so tired, There has got to be an end, To the pain I feel when I'm awake and alive, Alive, alive, alive and not dreamin' Caught up against the wall again, Tied the ball to he chain again, Is that a light at the end of the tunnel that I see, I see, Please let it be, but don't, Wake me 'til the morning after, Wake me 'til the morning after, Wake me 'til the morning after, I'm so tired, There has got to be an end, To the pain I feel when I'm awake and alive, Alive, alive, alive and not dreamin' |
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| Anberlin – Amsterdam Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| this is why we dont download copies of the album from the internet. the correct title is (the symphony of) blasé. | |
| Mike Jones – Still Tippin' feat. Slim Thug & Paul Wall Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Like do or die I'm pour pimping Should be... Like Do or Die I'm po pimping - Talkin bout Do or Die's 2001 hit Po Pimp |
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