Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Bite, artist - Hollywood Undead. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead Bite |
| Johnny 3 and he’s dipping in the four-door |
| .44 and it’s pointing at your window |
| Ain’t a good shot, here come four more |
| Getting hot, so I play in the snow |
| In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things |
| See the dead on the cover of a magazine |
| See my smile, it was born from amphetamines |
| Better duck 'cause it’s war on my enemies |
| Oh God, I think I lost it, oh no |
| Lost some, wanna watch the rest go |
| A madman when I’m mixed with SoCo |
| And who would’ve thought a man could sink to so low? |
| Now, who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty? |
| Putting holes in the hotel lobby |
| All you fake bitches are just another hobby |
| And I’ll let you dig where I dump your body |
| What would you do if I told you I hate you? |
| What would you do if your life’s on the line? |
| What would you say if I told you I hate you? |
| I got something that’ll blow your mind, mind! |
| You know I got a grenade, and it’s got your name on it |
| I’mma spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it |
| People say I’m insane and to put the brakes on it |
| Let me buy you a drink, how 'bout a roofie, gin, and tonic? |
| Yeah, Charlie Scene seems to be so hated |
| It’s just me being intoxicated |
| 'Cause being sober’s so overrated |
| Hollywood Undead, what have you created? |
| I know that we have never really met before |
| But, tell me, does this rag smell like chloroform? |
| You know that I’m the reason people lock their doors |
| But I got nothing but time, so I’mma wait on the porch |
| You got nowhere to run too, so don’t try hiding |
| 'Cause I’m known to be like Jack Nicholson from «The Shining» |
| Yeah, I’m breaking your door down, so don’t try fighting |
| Yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed, or the dead keep biting |
| What would you do if I told you I hate you? |
| What would you do if your life’s on the line? |
| What would you say if I told you I hate you? |
| I got something that’ll blow your mind, mind! |
| Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the dead bite |
| Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight |
| You better check twice, look under your bed |
| Turn on your night light and cover up your head |
| 'Cause we do exist and there’s no need to pretend |
| That you’re not afraid of meeting the Undead |
| Red, redrum when you look into these eyes |
| Say goodnight 'cause it’s almost your bedtime |
| Buckle up 'cause it’s time to fly |
| You got a first-class ticket to Columbia neck ties |
| Take a seat, you can sit in the front row |
| The voice in your head is just me in your headphones |
| Everybody knows that we’re the devil’s heroes |
| Come and get a ticket, follow me to the creep show |
| What would you do if I told you I hate you? |
| What would you do if your life’s on the line? |
| What would you say if I told you I hate you? |
| I got something that’ll blow your mind, mind! |
| Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the dead bite |
| Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight |
| Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the dead bite |
| Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight |