| I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one
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| I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun
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| I've been drinking way too much, but now I think I'm done
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
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| I gotta get, I gotta get that feeling
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| Gotta get higher than the twenty-foot ceiling
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| Just out of rehab, primed for a relapse
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| Had to do three dabs just so I could relax
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| Walk in the room, and I check for bitches
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| Check my forty-four, check my ammunition
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| Got all my homies here and that's fucking bitching
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| We got more pots than your fucking kitchen
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| Cooking shit up with the heat up high
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| With your middle fingers up, like the cops drove by
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| No motherfucker here is drunker than I
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| And if we get drunk enough we can set it on fire
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| Like fuck it, I don't wanna come down
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| I wanna get fucked up right about now
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| Gonna tear shit up, I don't wanna fight it
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| Who the fuck here wants to start a riot?
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| I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one
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| I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun
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| I've been drinking way too much, but now I think I'm done
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
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| Roll up to the party in my grandma's Chrysler
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| Jump into your circle 'cause I'm dying to cipher
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| The older I get, I'm like wine, I get finer
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| And I can tell your girl wants Charlie inside her
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| I'm a ride-or-dier with that eye of the tiger
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| Cornrows banging out the side of my visor
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| I'm so damn tight, they should call me the Scheister
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| Hitting bud and Budweiser, shit, I couldn't get higher
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| You done turned me into the "Swan Song" Charlie
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| Peeling out on a Harley at a high school party
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| Got a frame like Bane, call me young Tom Hardy
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| I'm the fucker to blame for the Undead Army
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| Got the fire tonight 'cause my ass got laid
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| Now I'm high and tight like my flat top fade
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| Mixed some Molly and Xanax and Tanqueray
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| And I'm fucking bad bitches like every single day
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| I've been searching for an answer, but I ain't found one
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| I've been known to tear shit up and go off like a gun
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| I've been drinking way too much, but now I think I'm done
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
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| Tear it up, burn it down
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| Pour them drinks up until we drown
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| Cold night, every day
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| And when you walk into the party make sure you say:
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
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| Fuck that shit, let's start a riot!
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| Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riot , by - Hollywood Undead. Song from the album Five, in the genre