Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lump Your Head, artist - Hollywood Undead. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lump Your Head |
| Boy you better put a lid on it |
| You dont know what its like |
| To get your head lumped in |
| You keep flappin those gums |
| Like you the boss |
| You should check your chin |
| Oh no you dont know what its like |
| To get your head lumped in |
| Cause you keep flappin those gums |
| So just run along |
| Cuz you dont want none |
| Let me take you back |
| So back in time |
| And make the front page news |
| Livin lives of crime |
| Cuz we ran moonshine |
| Outlaws to be exact |
| We're gettin somethin new |
| And we never turned back |
| 6 shots, point blank |
| Aimin at your face |
| I'm a quick draw |
| Then I'm gone without a trace |
| And I'll rob a bank |
| Or I'll cheat and steal |
| Derail a fuckin train |
| Cuz you know that I will |
| You need to pay your dues |
| Or get cement shoes |
| And we're still on the run |
| The most ruthless crew |
| I'm a heart break kid |
| I'm a stick up kid |
| Bang. |
| Bang |
| Tommy gun |
| Yous a punk ass bitch |
| Knocked out |
| One punch |
| Like a superhero |
| Banged up. |
| Craped out |
| Now you're back to zero |
| Boom. |
| Bing. |
| Pow. |
| King kong no doubt |
| If you blow a mission |
| I'm a have to dry you out |
| You'll be picking up |
| Your teeth straight off the ground |
| I'm a switch plates |
| Shake it you know how |
| Work gets around |
| All bets are in |
| I see you roll the dice |
| Looks like another 7 |
| It's the end of your life |
| Its no matter |
| Just a matter of time |
| It dont matter to 3 |
| It aint no matter of mine |
| If you keep your mouth shut |
| Then u'll be just fine |
| If you keep running gums |
| U better look out behind |
| I see you N to the D E A D |
| U got the full clip |
| It's just cockin empty |
| Ur the cock of the walk |
| But you walk too far |
| Now your cock's on the block |
| Of the boulevard |
| I'm the J O H to the N Y 3 T |
| U lucky you aint dead |
| If you know they sent me |
| U N to the D E A D |
| U got your fist raised |
| But your legs are shaking |
| U N to the D E A D |
| U know that I'm the shit |
| Thats why you tryin to take me |
| We can go around the corner |
| I aint catchin a case |
| This will all be over quick |
| Imma do what it takes |
| So your betting all you want |
| But never sneak out of place |
| Or imma roll your ass up |
| And smack the lips off your face |
| U better not run |
| Cuz my bullets are faster |
| I'd never really hit a bitch |
| So I'm gonna smack ya |
| This wont even be a fight |
| Cuz I'm knockin her out |
| And your nicknamed dick |
| So keep it out of your mouth |
| U N to the D E A D |
| Better be known |
| We do this shit on a daily |
| U N to the D E A D |
| No thanks |
| Still servin you baby |