Lyrics:
Hollywood in the building (hahaha) Ayo Deuce, where the pistols at?

And I won't deny it
I'mma straight ridah
You don't wanna [bad word] with me
Cause yous a [bad word] just like the police
And I remember you was beggin'
on your knees
(x2)

I pray to the lord tell him to forgive me for my sins
Not a ticket to heaven just for my own born kids
I'm addicted to the fast life money and [bad word] Plus you can't forget the [bad word] in cali showin' their stuff
I smoke weed pop pills never catch me shootin' them up
I'm a product of prison behind walls is where I grew up
Gettin' money [bad word]  [bad word] bow down to nomad
9 lives newsflash get with the program
Ain't nobody invisible ain't nobody can get it ain't [bad word] the world homie
It's the people that's in it
And if you a rat homie I got a pistol for that
All that woofin' in my ear; Where that paper or gat?
When you think it's all over; lights out I'm gone
I got 9 lives homie correct me if I'm wrong
All eyes on me til' I return
The [bad word] nothing else; my word is my bond

And I won't deny it
I'mma straight ridah
You don't wanna [bad word] with me
Cause yous a [bad word] just like the police
And I remember you was beggin'
on your knees
(x2)

Leaders ain't got no [bad word]  lessons for their enemies
Plus I'm livin' all your [bad word]  dreams and your fantasies
I got some G's that'll make you wanna take a felony
I got some G's that'll break you up or make you believe
Whoa! Don't get it twisted I'm just tryna keep it friendly yo
Go to church, keep it real, that's my antidote
But I'm Aron; I just wanna be in Hollywood Undead though
I think I'm really cool
Cause I can sip on 40's
Until my mommy gets so mad at me and sends me home
I'm everything everyone wanted to be
In Hollywood everyone keeps on callin' for me to disgrace
You ain't even gotta bet a t.v. ha!
I turn [bad word] into monkeys and apes
Voodoo dolls, brass knuckles I got magic for days
If I can smell your girl's [bad word] from a mile away
Then I can give you brain damage on any given day

And I won't deny it
I'mma straight ridah
You don't wanna [bad word] with me
Cause yous a [bad word] just like the police
And I remember you was beggin'
on your knees
(x2)

Now I'mma confess you can bet that I'mma do what I gotta do
The thug in me [bad word] got me sportin' this colla blue
Bailin' through niggas hate the color for [bad word] ball
Real keep it real I don't bang I set it off
And got hood less so I grew through this [bad word] like it don't mean [bad word] Still tryna get rich and got bad habits
So I'm pleasin' my addictions with a chronic and along with these [bad word] I'm hood homie so all eyes on me when I'm bailin' down the block that's why I'm glued to my glock
And bring pain like rain [bad word] an umbrella
It's GML up in this [bad word] So when you [bad word]  tell it; say it right [bad word] now don't [bad word] around
I'm on the people got it locked like Nero Brown

And I won't deny it
I'mma straight ridah
You don't wanna [bad word] with me
Cause yous a [bad word] just like the police
And I remember you was beggin'
on your knees
(x2)

Yeah, I know you mad homie
But you still can't see me
Yeah, 9 lives, undead, GML
(hahaha) You know you love this [bad word]  yeah