Hollywood Undead - Black Cadillac lyrics

[Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoke control Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the sh** goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown ‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes [Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears] When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red Got the pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your head Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said Yeah, somebody’s buried, yeah, somebody’s dead We found my White Wolf stashed in my white ball cap Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy’s flat black Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back Now you’re just a story on the cemetery track We lock, and we load, we rock, and we roll We co*k, and we go, it’s the Undead show You know I mean what I say, better drop when we spray It’s too late to pray on Judgment Day Hear those bells? It’s the end of your life Someone’s gonna live and someone’s gonna die Here comes hell, it’s redemption, right? Now you’re just a ghost on a cold, blind night [Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoke control Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the sh** goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown ‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes [Verse 2: J-Dog] Roll up in the spot like a live grenade And every day we celebrate like a pimp parade Swimming in liquor till the end of my days Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze Who would’ve knew I turn the trees blue? You’re sitting on the internet like “is this sh** true?” And I don’t give a f** about your bad review Till I pop out the screen with a big “f** you!” Then hop in the backseat and get to the blasting Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting Except this sh** is real, not acting We’re still murdering so thanks for asking Too damn smart to get caught up in legalities Blow you off-stage, just another fatality And, sir, you don’t know that we lack morality? “f**, s**, dick, lick, man, we nasty” [Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoke control Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the sh** goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown ‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes [Verse 3: B-Real] Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the ma**es Gas is lit, quick, spark on the matchstick The cla** is cla**ic, lyrical backflips Got you b**hes begging for the backstage pa**es Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc I’m just filling in because they’re never gonna have it So sad, you sad, b**h, so glad you have this Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac sh** Get your cardiac kit, where’s the party at, trick? Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the gla** tip Got the room loud in the valley All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli We don’t give a f**, we never did Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that’s how we live Believe me when we do it, yeah, we f**ing do it big And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids [Chorus: Funny Man] Ride, slide, dipping low Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, smoke control Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes What you gonna do when the sh** goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown ‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes