The Kids - Hollywood Undead

Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters

40s and the bling-bling sidekicks rolling with the cleanest feel

Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow

Shake that ass like you care, wave your hands in the air

I go «no, no, no»

When I see J-Dog, Darth, the Sun God

They keep it hard

We move slow, slow, slow

Shorty, get that ass on the dance floor

Ashley K, come give me more

Oh

Hoe

Black shirts, Honda Civs, MySpace

Gangsters don’t know how to act

Killer tat, dancing to the fattest tracks

Wood ranch, hooligans, Jeffree Star

Niggas in Shit Alley, show me where you at

Beauty Bar, we getting fat

I go «no, no, no»

When I see J-Dog, Darth, the Sun God

They keep it hard

We move slow, slow, slow

Shorty, get that ass on the dance floor

Ashley K, come give me more

J-J-J-J-J-Dog, just broke up with my girl

So from now on you’ll see me at Club World

Moscow, 82: beat it, beat it through your skull in the back of Shit Alley

Get ready for me to grab your drink and show you my grand finale

B-B-Been accused of being a scene kid but I get pussy as is

'Cause your girl just MySpaced me, I blew off a date with Jeffree.

To chill with her, to drink with her, to flow with her so I can fuck her

I light the dance floor on fire, 82 isn’t over, you fucking liar

Would someone please delete Ricky’s MySpace account?

Don’t let me find out

Who took EvanThomas750's out 'cause I’ll knock you the fuck out

Drinking 40's with the Frauds, on the phone with my mom

'Cause I can’t pay my rent, money was lent

Messaging my wife, getting drunker than life

And I’m on the dance floor but I always want more

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Fuck the pain away, make it through the day

Scene kids, ghetto jeans, gangsters

40s and the bling-bling sidekicks rolling with the cleanest feel

Shorties, homies, Hollywood, Moscow

Shake that ass like you care, wave your hands in the air

I go «no, no, no»

When I see J-Dog, Darth, the Sun God

They keep it hard

We move slow, slow, slow

Shorty, get that ass on the dance floor

Ashley K, come give me more

Yeah, what’s up to Killed By the Rich?

A to the S to the H to the O, Ndlestremofbombs

What’s up, Jay and Bill?

Hey, Matt, I was just kidding, dude

You don’t believe me, just ask

I’m chilling with Jeff listening From First to Last.