Trap God Lyrics by Hollywood Undead
I got these fucking habits, if it’s green, just let me have it
Watch ’em run, jackrabbits, .44, just let me pack it
Yeah, that dove and that grenade, renegades of the day
Check your pulse, motherfucker, no, we are not the same
‘Cause we can chop chop all that white up in the chop shop
Doping out the drop top, 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
Burn it down
Till it’s raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground
Till it’s raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let ’em run, I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let ’em run, I’m a real trap god
It’s going down, my skin, it’s plain i-in a pain
It’s painted black, this ain’t a act to entertain
Category six, lo-love is disastrous
Pour the gasoline, light up the matches
Question everything, don’t trust the smile
This is FM radio, don’t touch that fucking dial
Burn it down
Till it’s raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground
Till it’s raining embers and ashes, fall down to the ground
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let ’em run, I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let ’em run, I’m a real trap god
So re-up and blast off ’cause we never act soft
Get beat up and slap box ’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
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let ’em run, I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
I’m a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, let ’em run, I’m a real trap god