Hollywood Undead - Trap God

JOHNNY 3 TEARS:
I got these fucking habits
If it’s green just let me have it
Watch em’ run jack rabbits
44 just let me pack it
Got that dove and that grenade
Renegades of the game
Check your pulse mother fucker
No we are not the same
Cause we can chop chop
All that white up in the chop shop
Dumping out the drop top
Got these bitches jumping hopscotch
Trap gods and we got everything you’ll ever need
That’s 8-1-8
That’s 3-1-0
4-0-5 that’s 3-2-3
 
DANNY:
Burn it down
‘Til it’s raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
 
‘Til it’s raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
 
J-DOG:
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real Trap God
Like a real rockstar 
Burn it down
Light em up
I’m a real Trap God
 
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real Trap God
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down
Light ‘em up
I’m a real Trap God
 
FUNNY MAN:
It’s going down like Skynyrd’s plane
In a pain
It’s painted black
This ain’t a act to entertain
Category six
Love is disastrous 
Pouring gasoline 
Light up the matches
Question everything 
Don’t trust a smile
This is FM radio
Don’t touch that fucking dial
 
DANNY:
Burn it down
Till it’s raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
 
Till it’s raining embers and ashes
Fall down to the ground
 
J-DOG:
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real Trap God
Like a real rockstar 
Burn it down
Light em up
I’m a real Trap God
 
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real Trap God
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down
Light ‘em up
I’m a real Trap God
 
CHARLIE SCENE:
Re-up and blast off
‘Cause we never act soft
Get beat up and slap boxed
‘Cause I’ll break that ass off
Yeah we keep this block hot
So run when we pop shots
We heat up this hot box
And pray to the trap gods
 
J-DOG:
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real Trap God
Like a real rock star
Burn it down
Light em up
I’m a real Trap God
 
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real Trap God
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down
Light em up
I’m a real Trap God