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Caesar, he writes lyrics eats grapes and F Fucks at his own leisure. And the Funny Man aint African he's Mexican hard headed like republicans UNDEAD REVOLUTION!!! Undead

Tha Producer: Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin with the cleanest feel Shorties / Homies / Hollywood

(Verse1) Johnny3tears: Sick with myself, but I've got no one else, so I give it to myself it's the only thing that helps it's the same thing this pain

it up. If you aint got enough, go fill it up. If you had too much, go throw it up. And if you aint got shit. Throw your hands up! Yo i roll dump drunk on my razor, Fuck other

Oh! Shake it, baby! Funny Man! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Los Angeles! Undead, let's go! 'Cause there's no other place that I'd rather be than Los Angeles

Then it made you lose your faith And that's what fucked with your sanity Say goodbye to your soul and say hello to your vanity Hollywood is your friend, and the undead

(AH!) Let me bend you over, let me lay you sideways Hop in the back girls, its freaky friday If you got beef, then you better step up bitch Hollywood Undead

it up. If you aint got enough, go fill it up. If you had too much, go throw it up. And if you aint got shit. Throw your hands up! Yo i roll dump drunk on my razor, Fuck other

me kiss a guy. Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s. Can't 2... or 4 dudes make-out with each other without being gay? I mean, chicks dig