Hollywood Undead - The Kids Lyrics
Hollywood Undead Lyrics
The Kids Lyrics
[Intro - Tha Producer]
Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsta's, 40's and the bling-bling sidekicks rollin' with the
cleanest feel
Shorty's, homies, Hollywood, Moscow, shake that ass like you care, wave your hands in the air
[Chorus]
I go no, no, no, when I see J-dog, Darth, the sun god, they keep it hard
We move slow, slow, slow, shorty get that ass on the dance floor, Ashley K. come give me more
Ohhhh
Hooooo
Black shirts, Honda Civs, MySpace, Gangsta's don't know how to act, killa tat, dancin' to the
fattest tracks
Wood ranch, Hooligans, Jeffree Star, nigga's in shit alley show me where you at, beauty bar we
gettin' fat!
[Verse - J-dog]
J-J-J-J-dog, just broke up with my girl,
so from now on you see me at Club world, Moscow, 82
beat it, beat it through your skull in the
back of shit alley.
Get ready for me to grab your drink and show
you my grand finale.
Been accused of being a scene kid, but I get pussy as is.
'Cause your girl just MySpace'd me, I blew off a date with Jeffree.
To chill with her, to drink with her, to flow with
her so I can f*ck her!
I light the dance floor on fire,
82 isn't over you f*cking Liar
Will someone please delete Ricky's MySpace account don't let me find out who took
EvanThomas750's out, 'cause I'll knock you the f*ck out!
Drinkin' 40's with The Frauds, on the phone with my mom, cause I cant pay my rent,
money was lent.
Messaging my wife, getting drunker than life and I'm on the dance floor but I always want more.
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
What's up to Killed By The Rich!!!! A2theS2theH2theO, Ndlestremofbombs.
What's up Jay and Bill!?
Hey Matt I was just kidding, dude!
You don't believe me just ask, I'm chillin with Jeff, listening to From First to Last!
Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsta's, 40's and the bling-bling sidekicks rollin' with the
cleanest feel
Shorty's, homies, Hollywood, Moscow, shake that ass like you care, wave your hands in the air
[Chorus]
I go no, no, no, when I see J-dog, Darth, the sun god, they keep it hard
We move slow, slow, slow, shorty get that ass on the dance floor, Ashley K. come give me more
Ohhhh
Hooooo
Black shirts, Honda Civs, MySpace, Gangsta's don't know how to act, killa tat, dancin' to the
fattest tracks
Wood ranch, Hooligans, Jeffree Star, nigga's in shit alley show me where you at, beauty bar we
gettin' fat!
[Verse - J-dog]
J-J-J-J-dog, just broke up with my girl,
so from now on you see me at Club world, Moscow, 82
beat it, beat it through your skull in the
back of shit alley.
Get ready for me to grab your drink and show
you my grand finale.
Been accused of being a scene kid, but I get pussy as is.
'Cause your girl just MySpace'd me, I blew off a date with Jeffree.
To chill with her, to drink with her, to flow with
her so I can f*ck her!
I light the dance floor on fire,
82 isn't over you f*cking Liar
Will someone please delete Ricky's MySpace account don't let me find out who took
EvanThomas750's out, 'cause I'll knock you the f*ck out!
Drinkin' 40's with The Frauds, on the phone with my mom, cause I cant pay my rent,
money was lent.
Messaging my wife, getting drunker than life and I'm on the dance floor but I always want more.
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
F*ck the pain away make it through the day
What's up to Killed By The Rich!!!! A2theS2theH2theO, Ndlestremofbombs.
What's up Jay and Bill!?
Hey Matt I was just kidding, dude!
You don't believe me just ask, I'm chillin with Jeff, listening to From First to Last!
Writer: Jorel Decker, Aron Erlichman
Copyright: Lyrics © Songs Of Octone
Copyright: Lyrics © Songs Of Octone
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