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FmRide, slide, dipping low
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmRide, slide, smoke control
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6Six misfits rolling through your hometown
'Cause we Fmride, slide, so hit the floor
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Verse
When the Fmstreets grow cold and my sight turns red
Got the G6pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, Fmsomebody talked, yeah, somebody said
Yeah, G6somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's dead
We fFmound my White Wolf stashed in my white ball cap
Got your G6white ball jacked and my Caddy's flat black
Got the Fmgadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back
G6Now you're just a story on the cemetery track
We Fmlock, and we load, we rock, and we roll
We G6cock, and we go, it's the Undead show
You know I Fmmean what I say, better drop when we spray
It's G6too late to pray on Judgment Day
Hear those Fmbells? It's the end of your life
G6Someone's gotta live and someone's gotta die
Here comes Fmhell, it's redemption, right?
G6Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind night
Chorus
FmRide, slide, dipping low
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmRide, slide, smoke control
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6Six misfits rolling through your hometown
'Cause we Fmride, slide, so hit the floor
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Verse
FmRoll up in the spot like a live grenade
And G6every day we celebrate like a pimp parade
FmSwimming in liquor till the end of my days
G6Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze
FmWho would've knew I turn the trees blue?
You're sG6itting on the internet like "is this shit true?"
And I Fmdon't give a f*ck about your bad review
Till I G6pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!"
Then Fmhop in the backseat and get to the blasting
Cut G6down your dreams like the Hollywood casting
Except Fmthis sh*t is real, not acting
We're still murdering so G6thanks for asking
FmToo damn smart to get caught up in legalities
G6Blow you off-stage, just another fatality
And, Fmsir, you don't know that we lack morality?
"G6F*ck, suck, d*ck, lick, man, we nasty"
Chorus
FmRide, slide, dipping low
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmRide, slide, smoke control
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6Six misfits rolling through your hometown
'Cause we Fmride, slide, so hit the floor
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Verse
FmSemi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses
Gas is G6lit, quick, spark on the matchstick
The Fmclass is classic, lyrical backflips
G6Got you b*tches begging for the backstage passes
FmRolling with the bosses, causing havoc
I'm just G6filling in because they're never gonna have it
So sad, you sad, Fmb*tch, so glad you have this
Got G6pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac sh*t
Get your cFmardiac kit, where's the party at, trick?
G6Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip
Got the Fmroom loud in the valley
G6All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli
FmWe don't give a f*ck, we never did
G6Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that's how we live
FmBelieve me when we do it, yeah, we f*cking do it big
And G6if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids
Chorus
FmRide, slide, dipping low
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmRide, slide, smoke control
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
FmWhat you gonna do when the shit goes down?
G6Six misfits rolling through your hometown
'Cause we Fmride, slide, so hit the floor
G6Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes