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	Current version of Hollywood Undead Lyrics Dead in Ditches (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/h/hollywood-undead/dead-in-ditches/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of Hollywood Undead Lyrics Dead in Ditches (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/h/hollywood-undead/dead-in-ditches/...) Version 1 of the lyrics
1	[Deuce:]						Tha producer : that's when we, that's when we,	1
2	That's when we, that's when we,        that's when we ride.						that's when we ride. that's when we, that's	2
3	That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches.						when we ride on these bitches.	3
1	That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride							1
4	That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches.						Tha Producer: chorus that's when we ride on	4
5							bitches, you fucking faggot snitches, so don't	5
6	[Chorus: Deuce]						you try, we’re packin` 9’s, we leave you dead in ditches.	6
2	That's when we ride on bitches, you fucking faggot snitches,							2
7	so            don't you try,        we packin` 9's,						Johnny 3 Tears: don't get us wrong we only made	7
8	we leave           you dead in ditches. [x2]						this song, to make you feel hard when you hit the	8
9							bong. When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone, to	9
10	[Johnny 3 Tears:]						Lick shots kill cops, to a hip hop song. So pull	10
11	Don't get us wrong we only made this song,						them toasters out them holsters, pull that shirt	11
12	to make you feel hard when you hit the bong.						right off your shoulders, pull that 9 this is how	12
13	When the 40`s up and then the 40`s gone,						you hold her, pull that trigger, H U soldiers.Punk	13
14	to Lick shots kill cops, to a hip hop song.						(punk), rock out on the block, tick tock you can	14
15	So pull them toasters out them holsters,						not stop(stop), hip hop like when we drop top so	15
16	pull that shirt right off your shoulders,						hot (so hot). Johnny 3’s been drinking whiskey,	16
17	pull that 9 this is how you hold 'er,						Trigger finger feeling frisky, when      you shoot	17
18	pull that trigger, H U soldiers.Punk (punk),						it's so damn risky, dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me	18
3	rock out on the block, tick tock you can not stop(stop),							3
4	hip hop like when we drop top so hot (so hot).							4
5	Johnny 3's been drinking whiskey,							5
6	Trigger finger feeling frisky,							6
7	when you shoot it's so damn risky,							7
8	dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me							8
	[Chorus]						[Chorus]
19	[Charlie Scene:]						Charlie Scene: Wait up hold on... oh no, got you	19
20	Wait up hold on... oh no, got you faggots in a choke hold,						faggots in a choke hold, And I think I like you,	20
21	And I think I like you, but my 9 sho' don't.						but my 9 sho’ don't. And how many shots till	21
22	And how many shots till you hit that flo',						you hit that flo’, I bet fo’. (Yo Charlie you	22
23	I bet fo'. (Yo Charlie you loco).						loco). Fo’ sho’, how many people dipping in my	23
24	Fo' sho', how many people dipping in my fo' door.						fo’ door. (I see three) Bitch no, there's five	24
25	(I see three) Bitch no, there's five in the back,						in the back, and your girls on my lap, she's a	25
26	and your girls on my lap,						down low, pro ho, fo’ sho. What? What the fuck	26
27	she's a down low, pro ho, fo' sho.						did I just say, I don't ask any questions I just	27
28	What? What the fuck did I just say,						spray. So hey, what      I may say may be riskee Deuce	28
29	I                                   don't ask any questions I just spray.						made me this way. that's why you don't want no	29
30	So hey, what I may say may be riskee						beef, cause me verse you’s like beat the geeks.	30
31	Deuce made me this way.						And we can talk right or in the street, but my gun	31
32	That's why you don't want no beef,						talks first ‘cause he loves to speak – BITCH	32
9	'cause me verse you's like beat the geek.							9
10	So we can talk right or in the street,							10
11	but my gun talks first ‘cause he loves to speak – BITCH							11
	[Chorus]						[Chorus]
33	[Funny Man:]						Funny Man: Yo… in the Coupe De’Ville with the	33
34	Yo… I'm in the Coupe De'Ville with the shiny rims,						shiny rims, playing these bitches like a violin. I	34
35	playing these bitches like a violin.						got more freaks than a carnival, pop the trunk	35
36	I got more freaks than a carnival,						there's my arsenal. I got bats gats straps so	36
37	pop the trunk there's my arsenal.						let’s start a war, I'll eat you alive like a	37
38	I got bats, gats, straps so let's start a war,						carnivore. My guns need nicotine they smoke more	38
39	I'll eat you alive like a carnivore.						than me, I'm with my boy Charles P, he’ll go to	39
40	My guns need nicotine they smoke more than me,						war with me. Ooh wee…. Yo King Kong… swinging	40
41	I'm with my boy Charles P, he'll go to war with me. Ooh wee…						from a tree, dropping on these haters so they	41
42	Yo King Kong… swinging from a tree,						bleed, I'm coming at you bitches full speed,	42
43	dropping on these haters 'till they bleed,						(Funny Man lay off the weed!). Oh people get	43
44	I'm coming at you bitches full speed,						jealous when I'm skatin’ on Dayton`s, and	44
45	(Funny Man lay off the weed!).						that's like Freddy Kruger hatin’ on Jason.	45
46	Oh people get jealous when I'm skatin' on Dayton`s,						that's got the Funny Man losing his patience	46
12	and that's like Freddy Kruger hatin' on Jason.							12
13	That's got the Funny Man losing his patience							13
	leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin						leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin
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	[Chorus]						[Chorus]
47	UNDEAD!						J-Dog: What, Say what the fuck, Six shooters up,	47
2							now what the fuck …. point them up. Who’s down	2
3							to ride, who’s down to ride, Undead pop shots	3
4							we’re down to die.Who’s down to die who’s	4
5							down to die, Undead pop shots, we’re bound to	5
6							ride. Black hat side ways white bold LA, flat on	6
7							your back leave you smoked like an ashtray. Wig	7
8							split face ripped, nod if you're listenin’ shot	8
9							to the cross Leave you dead like a Christian. Pop	9
10							Pop, your heart just stops stops, when I just cock	10
11							cock, my gun cause I shoot for fun that's how the	11
12							west was won. I sell an ounce and then I sell two	12
13							more, then I come to collect with the pistol 44.	13
14							there's some truth to that, About the weed or the	14
15							gat, you may never know, just leave it at. ..	15
48	[J-Dog:]						[Chorus]	48
14	What!? Say what the fuck, Six shooters up, now what the fuck …							14
15	point them up. Who's down to ride, who's down to ride,							15
16	Undead pop shots we're down to die.							16
17	Who's down to die who's down to die,							17
18	Undead pop shots, we're bound to ride.							18
19	Black hat side ways white bold LA,							19
20	flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray.							20
21	Wig split face ripped, nod if you're listenin'							21
22	shot to the cross Leave you dead like a Christian.							22
23	Pop Pop, your heart just stops, stops,							23
24	when I just cock, cock, my gun cause I shoot for fun							24
25	that's how the west was won.							25
26	I sell an ounce and then I sell two more,							26
27	then I come to collect with the pistol 44.							27
28	There's some truth to that, About the weed or the gat,							28
29	you may never know, just leave it at...							29

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