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?