Black Cadillac Hollywood Undead (Ft. B-Real)

[Chorus: Funny Man]
Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoking dro
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

[Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears]
When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red
Got the pistol grip hold and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said
Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's dead
We found the White Wolf stuffed in my white ball cap
Got your white Volk jacked and my Caddy's lab black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back
Now you're just a story on the cemetery track
We lock and we load, we rock and we roll
We cock and we go, it's the Undead Show
You know I mean what I say, better drop when we spray
It's too late to pray on Judgment Day
Hear those bells? It's the end of your life
Someone's gonna live, and someone's gonna die
Here comes hell, it's redemption, right?
Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night