Trap God - Hollywood Undead

Trap God - Hollywood Undead Lyrics

[Intro: Funny Man]
Yeah
Smoke 'em if you got 'em, motherfuckers
Undead gang, gang, gang
Now go tell everybody that hate us, yeah

[Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears & J-Dog]
I got these fucking habits, if it's green, just let me have it
Watch 'em run, jackrabbits (C'mon), .44, just let me pack it
Got that dove and that grenade, renegades of the game (Ha)
Check your pulse, motherfucker (Fuck), no, we are not the same (Ha)
'Cause we can chop-chop all that white up in the chop shop
Dumping out the drop-top, g— got these bitches jumping, hopscotch
Trap gods, and we got everything you'll ever need
That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323
[Pre-Chorus: Danny & J-Dog]
Burn it down
'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground (Bitch, burn it down)
'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground

[Chorus: J-Dog]
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god

[Verse 2: Funny Man]
It's going down, like Skynyrd's plane, i— in a pain
It's painted black, this ain't a act to entertain (You)
Category six, lo— love is disastrous
Pour the gasoline (Ha), light up the matches (Ha)
Question everything, don't trust a smile (No, no, no)
This is FM radiom don't touch that fucking dial

[Pre-Chorus: Danny & J-Dog]
Burn it down
'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground (Bitch, burn it down)
'Til it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground
[Chorus: J-Dog]
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god

[Bridge: Charlie Scene]
Re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft
Get beat up in slapbox, 'cause I'll break that ass off
Yeah, we keep this block hot, so run when we pop shots
We heat up this hotbox and pray to the trap gods

[Chorus: J-Dog]
Like a real rock star (Yeah)
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star (Oh)
I'm a real trap god (Trap god)
Like a real rock star
Burn it down, light 'em up, I'm a real trap god