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→ Hollywood Undead - Black Cadillac

Ride, slide, dipping low

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Ride, slide, smoking dro

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, so hit the floor

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red

Got that pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your head

Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said

Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's dead

We found my White Wolf stashed in my white ball cap

Got your white Volks jacked and my Caddy's flat black

Got the gauges all wrapped, devil ganging 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 I mean what I say, better drop when we spray

It's too late to pray on Judgment Day

Hear those bells, it's the end of your life

Someone's gonna live and someone's gonna die

Here comes hell, it's redemption, right?

Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night

Ride, slide, dipping low

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Ride, slide, smoking dro

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, so 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 'til the end of my days

Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze

Who would've knew, I 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 backseat and get to the blasting

Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting

Except this shit is real, not acting

We're still murdering so thanks for asking

Too damn smart to get caught up in legalities

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, smoking dro

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, so 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 backflips

Got you bitches begging for the backstage passes

Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc

I'm just filling in because they're never gonna have it

So sad, you sad, bitch, so glad you have this

That pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac shit

Get your cardiac kit, where's the party at, prick?

Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on a glass tip

Got the room loud in the valley

All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli

We don't give a fuck, we never did

Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that's 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, smoking dro

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, so hit the floor

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes