Hollywood Undead, Lefty Gunplay, N8NOFACE - Hollywood Forever (Funny Man Remix)

OTR Records, Gunplay Beats, yeah Tuesday to Tuesday, OTR Oh, yeah my motherfuckin' life Hollywood undead I go by the name of Lefty Motherfuckin' Gunplay Bitch and I can't get right But I'm a rockstar tonight I'm right here with the homies Hollywood undead Famous gangbanger It's Lefty Gunplay OTR Bowling superstar bitch Who you know fresher then that Riddle me that With the bulletproof vest Kansas City pity hat Bitch I'm up Big step up Whip the Maybach Face task I'm the one that's bring it back to gangland Three bunnies with me, I'll predict the story tonight Reminiscin' when I was younger, bitch, they stole my bike Smokin' on Killa with a killa Unloadin' my pistol, throwin' hollow tips out the window Bitch, tell me, count my money on you, 50s in the rental It's Hollywood undead, I'm 'bout to kill this instrumental It's seventy thousand, what'd I pay for my dental? I think I'm metallic and iron with Peggy Merrell Smoking on some endo Roll down my window Hit that boy up Webbed him up with a extendo Hoe bounce on my face I think my name was Draco Lefty Gunplay this the OTR takeover I'm a funny man I'ma do this till I die I've been searching for salvation But it's so hard to find Maybe I'm undead But you been keeping me alive Ain't no higher cost of living Just the cost of living high Ain't nobody ever gonna forget about me Ain't nobody ever asking hey who's he I'm the funny man and that's all I'll ever be With Danny J, Dog, Johnny 3, and Charles P You fuckin' haters, shit's sad, your chin's frail Off the tracks with six rails, that fish scale Funny man, that Latino mix smell Ridin' slow on the low like a pimp snail I'm the real, I'm more fuzzy than funny And honestly that shit don't even really bug me I got what you need, that's why they call me Drugs Bunny And I love all of you more than you could ever love me I've been cracked out, smacked out, and tracked out Still grab a rose and pull a Mack out when they black out Chill guy who can crash out, smash out Take the trash out, show you what that 'bout I ain't a gangster, don't ask me where my gun at Fuck with me like a kid, I got some G's, come back and get ya Snap like Kodak, get the picture Run it up top, what's the issue? Splash the shams, don't flash the blams Turn the cypher into a crowd and clap your hands Crash the plans, go ask your mans please We the reason rappers need plan B's, to feed their families Yeah, we lightin' rung reds, bump heads Rockin' with the undead, yeah yeah Oh enough said, microphone to rifles All bad for rivals, nice with the shit I only do it when my eyes closed Everywhere I go, you become a part of me And all the love you show is worth the blood I bleed This is all I know (this is all I know) What I was born to be So take a 40 in the head 'Cause you're rocking with the best, every single one of us is undead Undead Undead Undead