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• Artiste: Hollywood Undead
• Titre: Trap God
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Yeah Smoke 'em if you got 'em, motherfuckers Undead gang, gang, gang Now go tell everybody that hate us, yeah I got these fucking habits, if it's green, just let me have it Watch 'em run, jackrabbits (C'mon), .44, just let me pack it Got that dove and that grenade, renegades of the game (Ha) Check your pulse, motherfucker (Fuck), no, we are not the same (Ha) 'Cause we can chop-chop all that white up in the chop shop Dumping out the drop-top, g— got these bitches jumping, hopscotch Trap gods, and we got everything you'll ever need That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323 Burn it down 'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground (Bitch, burn it down) 'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground Like a real rock star (Oh) 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 rock star (Oh) I'm a real trap god Like a real rock star Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god It's going down, like Skynyrd's plane, i— in a pain It's painted black, this ain't a act to entertain (You) Category six, lo— love is disastrous Pour the gasoline (Ha), light up the matches (Ha) Question everything, don't trust a smile (No, no, no) This is FM radio, don't touch that fucking dial Burn it down 'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground (Bitch, burn it down) 'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground Like a real rock star (Oh) 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 rock star (Oh) I'm a real trap god Like a real rock star Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god Re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft Get beat up in slapbox, 'cause I'll break that ass off Yeah, we keep this block hot, so run when we pop shots We heat up this hotbox and pray to the trap gods Like a real rock star (Yeah) I'm a real trap god (Trap god) Like a real rock star Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god (Trap god) Like a real rock star (Oh) I'm a real trap god (Trap god) Like a real rock star Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god