Black Cadillac

Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide ‘til we hit the floor
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
When the streets go cold and my sights turn red
Got the pistol gripped rolled and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said
Somebody’s buried, somebody’s dead
You saw my white wall stacked in my white balled cap
Got your white bald jacked in my Caddy’s lab black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back
Now you’re just a story on the cemetery track
We lock and we load, we rock and we roll
We cock and we go, it’s the Undead show
You know what I mean when I say better drop when we spray
It’s too late pray on Judgment Day
Hear those bells, it’s the end of your life
Someone’s gotta live and someone’s gotta die
Here comes hell, its redemption, right?
Now you’re just a ghost on a cold, black night
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide ‘til we hit the floor
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
Roll up in the spot like a live grenade
And every day we celebrate like a pimp parade
Swimming in liquor until the end of my days
Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze
Who would’ve knew I’d turn the trees blue
You’re sitting on the internet like is this shit true
And I don’t give a fuck about your bad review
‘Til I pop out the screen with a big fuck you
Then hop in the back seat and get to the blasting
Cut down your dreams like a Hollywood casting
Except this shit is real, not acting
We’re still murdering so thanks for asking
Too damn smart to get caught in the cavities
Blow you off stage, just another fatality
And, sir, you don’t know that we lack morality?
Fuck, suck dick, lick, man, we nasty
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide until we hit the floor
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, spark on a matchstick
The class is classic, lyrical back flips
Got you bitches begging for the backstage passes
Rolling with bosses, causing havoc
I’m just filling in ‘cause they’re never gonna have it
So sad you sad, bitch, so glad you have this
The nomadic, emphatic, black Cadillac shit
Got the cardiac kit, where’s the party at, trick?
Watch me pull at hat trick joint on the black tip
Got the room loud in the ‘Velli
All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli
We don’t give a fuck, we never did
Beat you with thunder where you stand, that how we live
Believe me when we do it, yeah, we fucking do it big
And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide until we hit the floor
Black Cadillac on them hundred spokes