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[Intro] It was once a dark lonely summer's eve On the lonely streets of Sunset When the lord called upon 6 crazy m.c's J Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da Kurlzz, and Tha Producer! (*spoken*) Hey! Uh, man you forgot the homie funny man, C'mon! [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] My clothes are always retro Sexual like I'm hetero And I play a bitch like nintendo (ZELDA!) Take a fun 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) Letras de cancionesGot a gold ass grill Hit me on the sidekick if you wanna chill Hop in the ride, let's roll I'm a barritone with a voice that's so low It'll make your speakers explode And I'll drop your panties to the floor (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 ain't nothin' to fuck with [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Girl, come and smoke my poll like a Marlboro Introduce me to your mom as Charles It's Charlie Scene, Shake your ass to the bass Wait till you see my face, hey bitch! Wear tight jeans that show your ass crack My first name gives Vietnam flash backs I get drunk and do the same old, same old Take the girls home and call them Charlies Angels What'chu 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 2 pacs 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 bisceps like The Rock buy tom's soul back from rupert murdock(hey!) [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] Get down, I'll show you how C'mon girl, let me show you how Let's get freaky deaky now (*repeat*) [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Get down, I'll show you how If you got beef, then you better step up bitch Hollywood Undead ain't nothing to fuck with Get down, I'll show you how I'll have a bottle and a glock with bisceps like The Rock buy tom's soul back to rupert murdock (*spoken*) BITCH! What motherfucker?! (Thanks to Diamond for these lyrics and to bitemeyummy and iluvti66 for these corrections) From Letras Mania