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Hollywood Undead – The Kids Lyrics

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Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin 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

Ohhhh
Hooooo

Black shirts / Honda civs / My Space / Gangstas don't know howda act, killa tat, dancin to the fattest tracks
Wood ranch / Hooligans / Jeffree Star / niggaz in shit ally show me where you at, beauty bar we gettin 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-dog:

J-dog, just broke up with my girl, so from now on you see me at
Club world, Moscow, 82, beat it beat it through ya skull in the
Back of shit alley. Get ready for me to grab your drink and show
You my grand finale. 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 Jeffery. 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 (tonites the last night!) Will someone please delete Ricky's (terror)
Myspace account don't let me find out, who took Evanthomas750's out
(myspace.com/evanthomas750), cause I'll knock you the fuck out.
Drinkin 40's with the Frauds, on the phone with my mom,
Cause I can't pay my rent, money was lent.
Messaging my wife (myspace 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 / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin 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!!!! A2thes2theh2theo, Ndlestremofbombs, (Sickle Star). What's up Jay and Bill! Hey Matt(y)
I was Just kidding dude! You don't believe me just ask, I'm chillin with Jeff (shady) Listening to From First to Last (fftl)
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Songwriters: ARON ERLICHMAN, JOREL DECKER
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