Hollywood Undead - Trap God Lyrics

I got these f*cking habits, if it's green, just let me have it
Watch 'em run, jackrabbits, .44, just let me pack it
Yeah, that dove and that grenade, renegades of the day
Check your pulse, motherf*cker, no, we are not the same
'Cause we can chop chop all that white up in the chop shop
Doping out the drop top, got these bitches jumping hopscotch
Trap gods, and we got everything you'll ever need
That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323

Burn it down
Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground
(Burn bitch to the ground)
Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

It's going down, my skin, it's plain i-in a pain
It's painted black, this ain't a act to entertain
Category six, lo-love is disastrous
Pour the gasoline, light up the matches
Question everything, don't trust the smile
This is FM radio, don't touch that f*cking dial

Burn it down
Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground
(Burn bitch to the ground)
Till it's raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground

Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god

So re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft
Get beat up and slap box 'cause I'll break that ass off
Yeah, we keep this block hot, so run when we pop shots
We heat up this hotbox and pray to the trap gods

Like a real rockstar (yeah)
I'm a real trap god (trap god)
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god (trap god)
Like a real rockstar (oh)
I'm a real trap god (trap god)
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let 'em run, I'm a real trap god