Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottle And A Gun, artist - Hollywood Undead.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bottle And A Gun |
It was once a dark, lonely summer's eve on the lonely streets of Sunset |
When the Lord called upon six crazy emcees: |
J-Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da Kurlzz, and Tha Produca |
Hey, uh! |
Man, you forgot the homie, Funny Man, come on, dawg, aw! |
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 |
Take her for a ride in my Benzo |
Funny as fuck, I should do stand-up |
Bust caps at the crowd like I don't give a fuck |
Got a gold-ass grill |
Hit me on the sidekick if you wanna chill |
Hop in the ride, let's roll |
I'm a baritone with the voice so low |
It'll make your speakers explode |
And I'll drop your panties to the floor |
Let me bend you over, let me lay you sideways |
Hop in the back, girl, it's Freaky Friday |
If you got beef, then you better step up, bitch |
Hollywood Undead ain't nothing 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 pole 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 Vietnam flashbacks |
I get drunk and do the same old, same old |
Take three girls home and call them Charlie's Angels |
What you 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 2Pac's life |
Then pay my fine for getting caught |
Fucking on the Hollywood sign, I got the game on lock |
I'll have a bottle and a Glock with biceps like the Rock |
Buy Tom's 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 |
Come on, girl, let me show you how |
Let's get freaky-deaky now |
Get down, I'll show you how |
Come on, girl, let me show you how |
Let's get freaky-deaky now |
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 biceps like the Rock |
Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch |
Bitch! |
What, motherfucker? |