Yeah, bitches on bitches Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh Ooh, J Gramm Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showing off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) My bitch thick with a bag (Thick) My bitch rich with a ass (Thick) Lame niggas don't get to grab (Lame ass) Fuck niggas don't get to smash (Fuck nigga) Weak hoes don't get a pass (At all) Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks) Niggas stay in her DM's (DM's) Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched) In the streets, on the net, I'm trending (I'm trending) Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt) Niggas laying in your bushes, they blend in (Killers) Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut) She slurp me up, but I ain't lick her (At all) Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did) If you not gon' rain in them clubs (Them clubs) You don't deserve to see the strippers Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh) Thirties on thirties (Ooh) Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh) I don't stress hoes, left her waiting in the lobby (Nope) Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh) Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh) Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow) Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn) Got my auntie cooking up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh) Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt) Pull up in a 'Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh) Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?) And the fake followers you got, it ain't adding up (No) Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder) Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh) I don't even care, bitch, I'm rich, it don't matter (No) You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) Give your ass a bean, now you're showin' off titties (Ooh, yeah) Bitches on bitches (Huh?) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah) Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Ooh) Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt) Bitches on bitches (Yeah) I'm too rich, man, I don't wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Appreciate it Touch me like you know what you do and what you don't But I'm feeling jaded Know your own love, I don't fuck with no glove So why complicate it? Let me be your guide when you eat my pussy out 'Cause I've had one or two, even a few Yeah, more than you All these girls stare at me, drop lip Dripping in harmony, like fifth Lay 'em down, feel 'em up And they slide away, so easy Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why They can't fake it Drying off the seat when they getting up to leave So (wet) they get noticed I'm better if they blunt, I don't really wanna hunt So why complicate it? I call it respect when you givin' what you get So, baby, spread your legs I'll do the same Already coming All these girls stare at me, drop lip Dripping in harmony, like fifth Lay 'em down, feel 'em up And they slide away, so easy Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night (Give me what I want for the night) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why (Bitches doin' what I want, yeah) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night (oh yeah) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night (What I want for the night) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But I tell 'em and they do what I like Why (why) Bitches, I don't trust 'em But they give me what I want for the night

Shorty a killa, come straight from Atlanta Shorty a dealer, her momma a dancer Poppa a pimp, cousin a killer Shorty's my nigga, but my bitch vanilla, okay New to the city, she new to the town But out there's my water baby, so I hold it down I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what the deal was I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what it do You got wild bitches tellin' you lies You got wild bitches tellin' you lies Oh, ooh-ooh, yeah I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what the deal was I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what it do I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what the deal was I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what it do Yeah, talk here ain't cheap, but it's on the budget baby I lick ya, I dick ya, and that's world to the public, okay Talk hear ain't cheap, girl this what I do If I lick ya, I dick ya, and that's word to the crew She new to the city, she new to the town But out there's my water baby, so I hold it down It-it, it-it's here, the Westside, baby MI, MI And I'm out in Miami getting so high, so high, uh! Oh, yeah-yeah You got wild bitches tellin' you lies You got wild bitches tellin' you lies I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what the deal was I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what it do I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what the deal was I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what it do Shorty my nigga, down for whatever Shorty my nigga, she always keep it together, okay Shorty my nigga, down for whatever I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what the deal was I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what it do I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what the deal was I'm ya nigga, I'm ya nigga Thought you knew, what it do

Undead Undead Undead Undead Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Look up and see that motherfuckin' writing on the wall When you see J3T thirty deep, he's down to brawl Fuck all haters I see 'cause I hate that you breathe I see you duck, you little punk, you little fucking disease I got HU tatted on the front of my arms The boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car 'Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs, we never go far But when you see us, motherfuckers, better know who we are I got one thing to say to punk-asses who hate Motherfuckers don't know, but you better watch what you say From these industry fucks to these faggot-ass punks You don't know what it takes to get this motherfucking drunk I'm already loud, maybe it's a little too late Johnny's taking heads off of all faggots who hate 'Cause I'm like God, motherfucker, there's a price to pay Yeah, I'm a God, motherfucker, and it's Judgment Day Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway I'm getting used to this nuisance of fags who badmouth this music How fucking stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this You cowards can't, you never will, don't even try to pursue it I took the chance, I played the bill, l nearly died for this music You make me wanna run around pulling my guns out and shit You're tempting me to run my mouth and call you out on this, bitch How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this You need to slit your wrist, get pissed, and go jump off a bridge What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses l spit? What? You think I just got lucky, didn't work for this shit? Bitch, I've been working at this ever since l was a kid I've played a million empty shows to only family and friends What kind of person would diss a band that deserves to get big? I'd hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kid's lips That shit's as worse as it gets, this verse is over, I quit Signed "Charlie Scene" on your girlfriend's tits Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway White boys with tattoos, p-pointing right at you We're breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom Pack of wolves 'cause we don't follow the rules And when you're running your mouth, our razor blades come out B-But you always press, and you know I never stress With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West I grew up on drive-bys and LA gang signs So what the fuck you know about being a gangster? And what the fuck you know about being in danger? You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit Mad at all of us 'cause every song is a fucking hit Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead You better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think and say 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway Undead Motherfucking time to ride, ride Undead See you duck when we drive-by Undead Motherfucking time to ride, ride Undead Won't you punks just die, die, die? Undead

Cascaded darkness, walls close in on me Nailed shut but my eyes still see Severe anguish as my body evolves The pain of life after death it resolves Emptiness in twilight's rebirth The faint sounds of shoveled earth Madness growing as your mind dissolves Merely secret in my dreams Night grows cold, twilight's near On the edge of madness the wounds are sheared Forms of hanging, flesh shredded carcass, no spared breath Imprisoned in a shell, ready to explode Dead soul, stone cold, out into the night Voices inside my head hold me under Voices oppress like roaring thunder An echo bouncing inside my brain How much can I take of the pain? The pain! A war raging deep inside my head A split decision that will end with me dead You see the agony in my eyes Protruding aimless, I think it's time to... Die! A cannibal's desire feeds the fire that burns in your head Intense pain eats away at your brain Thorazine pumping through your veins Death walks inside you, smell death around you Hell's evil spell takes a soul Hear the sound of the bell counting off death tolls Laughing as you eternally rot Searching for human flesh and life's blood Live undead Dead!

My legs are dangling off the edge The bottom of the bottle is my only friend I think I'll slit my wrist again, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone My legs are dangling off the edge A stomach full of pills didn't work again I'll put a bullet in my head, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone Gone too far, yeah, I'm gone again It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends One's a bottle of pills, and one's a bottle of gin I'm 20 stories up, yeah, up at the top I polished off this bottle, now it's pushing me off Asphalt to me has never looked so soft I bet my momma found my letter, now she's calling the cops I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it 'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent 'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is I've been trying too long with too dull of a knife But tonight, I made sure that I sharpened it twice I never bought a suit before in my life But when you go to meet God, you know, you wanna look nice So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow My legs are dangling off the edge The bottom of the bottle is my only friend I think I'll slit my wrist again, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone My legs are dangling off the edge A stomach full of pills didn't work again I'll put a bullet in my head, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone We hit the sky, there goes the light No more sun, why's it always night? When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream When you can't dream, well, what's life mean? We feel a little pity, but don't empathize The old are getting older, watch a young man die A mother and a son and someone you know Smile at each other and realize you don't You don't know what happened to that kid you raised Or what happened to the father who swore he'd stay I didn't know 'cause you didn't say Now mama feels guilt, yeah, mama feels pain When you were young, you never thought you'd die Found that you could, but too scared to try Looked in the mirror and you said goodbye Climbed to the roof to see if you could fly So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow My legs are dangling off the edge The bottom of the bottle is my only friend I think I'll slit my wrist again, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone My legs are dangling off the edge A stomach full of pills didn't work again I'll put a bullet in my head, and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone I wish that I could fly Way up in the sky Like a bird so high Oh, I might just try I wish that I could fly Way up in the sky Like a bird so high Oh, I might just try Oh, I might just try

Hollywood, we never going down Hollywood, we never going down Hollywood, we never going down And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands Hollywood, we never going down And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood, we never going down Start getting loud, I wanna party now If you hate on Undead, that's a party foul I only drink Mickey's, I can't afford the cans I drink so much, they call me Charlie 40 Hands If the keg is tapped, then you're getting capped Take your girl to the sack, and I'll take a nap Ladies, drink 'em fast so I can have a blast You got your beer gogs on, and I'm getting ass "Like, oh my God, is that Charlie Scene?" Ladies, show me your treats like it's Halloween You got a fake ID, and you're 17 "I'm a complete catastrophe buzzing around you like a bumblebee" So let's take some shots Do a beer run and flip off a cop Girls give me props, and they're on my jock Paris Hilton said "that's hot" when she saw my cock And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands Hollywood, we never going down And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood, we never going down I'm about to serve it up for all you party-goers Scene kids, meatheads, alchies, stoners Dancing around like a bunch of faggots Funnier than fuck, you can ask Bob Saget I never claimed that I knew how to dance But I'll get drunk, get high, pull down my pants So fuck five bucks, just fill up my cup Don't kiss me, bitch, you just threw up Now I'm drunk as fuck, about to pass out "Destination: your mother's couch" "Dude, is it true that you screwed my mom?" Fuck yeah, bro, that pussy was bomb So I'm humping, jumping, sipping, and skipping It's nights like these that we all love living So take out your hands and throw the HU up Now wave it around like you don't give a fuck And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands Hollywood, we never going down And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood, we never going down Can't stop, won't stop; Charlie, make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop; Johnny, make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop; J, make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop; Peters, make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop; Kurlzz, make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop; Funny, make the booty drop Can't stop, won't stop, let me see the panties drop Producer's on the dance floor, lemme see your booty pop Grab your drink, get on the floor Grab your drink and get on the floor Let's dance in the hood Shake that ass, Hollywood And all the kids in the hood, come on, wave and shake your hands Hollywood, we never going down And when you're drunk, shake that ass like you know how to dance Hollywood, we never going down Let's dance in the hood Shake that ass, Hollywood Hollywood, we never going down Let's dance in the hood Shake that ass, Hollywood Hollywood, we never going down

I loved you, you made me hate me, you gave me Hate, see? It saved me, and these tears are deadly You feel that? I'd rip back every time you tried to steal that You feel bad? You feel sad? I'm sorry, hell no, fuck that It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife This strife, it dies, this life and these lies And these lungs have sung this song for too long And it's true, I hurt to remember I loved you And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry, no And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry, no I wish I could've quit you, I wish I never missed you And told you that I loved you every time I fucked you The future that we both drew and all the shit we've been through Obsessed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew How could you do this to me? Look at what I made for you It never was enough, and the world is what I gave to you I used to be love-struck, now I'm just fucked up Pull up my sleeve and see the pattern of my cuts And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry, no And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry, no Seems like all we had is over now You left to rest And your tears are dried up now You just lay without a sound Seems like all we had is over now You left to rest And my fears are over now I can leave with my head down And I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry, no And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry, no I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, no