Bottle And A Gun

It was once a dark, lonely summer's eve on the lonely streets of Sunset
When the Lord called upon six crazy emcees
J-Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da Kurlzz, and The Producer
Hey, uh, man, you forgot the homie Funny Man, c'mon, dawg, aw

And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak
And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle, and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak

My clothes are always retro
Sexual like I'm hetero
And I play a bitch like Nintendo (Zelda!)
Take her for a ride in my Benzo
Funny as fuck, I should do stand-up
Bust caps at the crowd like I don't give a fuck (fuck you)
Got a gold-ass grill
Hit me on the sidekick if you wanna chill

Hop in the ride, let's roll
I'm a baritone with a voice so low
It'll make your speakers explode
And I'll drop your panties to the floor
Lemme bend you over, lemme lay you sideways
Hop in the bed, girl, it's Freaky Friday
If you got beef, then you better step up, bitch
Hollywood Undead ain't nothing to fuck with

And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak
And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle, and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak

Girl, come and smoke my pole like a Marlboro
Introduce me to your mom as Charles
It's Charlie Scene, shake your ass to the bass
Wait 'til you see my face, "Hey, bitch"
Wear them tight jeans that show your ass-crack
My first name gives Vietnam flashbacks
I get drunk and do the same old, same old
Take three girls home and call them Charlie's Angels

What you gonna do after we get signed?
I'm gonna lose my mind, get 30-inch spinners and pimp my ride
Go back in time, be there that night and save Tupac's life
Then pay my fine for getting caught fucking on the Hollywood sign
I got the game on lock, I'll have a bottle and a Glock with biceps like the Rock
Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch

And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak
And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle, and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak

Get down, I'll show you how
Come on, girl, lemme show you how
Let's get freaky-deaky now
Get down, I'll show you how
Come on, girl, lemme show you how
Let's get freaky-deaky now

And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak
And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle, and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak

Get down, (get down), I'll show you how (will show you how)
If you got beef, then you better step up, bitch
Hollywood Undead ain't nothing to fuck with
Get down, (get down), I'll show you how (will show you how)
I'll have a bottle and a Glock with biceps like the Rock
Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdoch
Bitch, what, motherfucker?