Dead Bite

Good night, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Johnny 3, and he's dippin' in the 4 door

.44, and it's pointed at your window

Ain't a good shot, here come four more

Gettin' hot, so I play in the snow.

In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things

See the dead on the cover of a magazine

I see my smile, it was born from amphetamines

Better duck, 'cause it's war on my enemies

Oh, God, think I lost it all now

Lost some and wanna watch the rest go

A mad man with a mix that's so cold

Who woulda thought a man could sink to so low

Now, who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty!?

I'm puttin' holes in the hotel lobby!

All you fake bitches is just another hobby!

Ima let you dig where I dump your body!

What would you do if I told you I hate you?

What would you do if your life's on the line?

What would you say if I told you I hate you?

I got something that'll blow your mind...mind

Dude, you know I got a grenade, and it's got your name on it

I'ma spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it

People say I'm insane and to put the brakes on it

Let me buy you a drink, how 'bout a roofie, gin and tonic?

Yeah, Charlie Scene seems to be so hated

It's just me being intoxicated

'Cause being sober's so overrated

Hollywood Undead, what have you created?

I know that we have never really met before

But, tell me, does this rag smell like chloroform?

You know that I'm the reason people lock the doors

But, I got nothin' but time, so, I'ma wait on the porch

You got nowhere to run, too, so, don't try hiding

'Cause I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from The Shining

Yeah, I'll be breaking your door down, so, don't try fighting

Yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed, or the dead keep biting

What would you do if I told you I hate you?

What would you do if your life's on the line?

What would you say if I told you I hate you?

I got something that'll blow your mind...mind

Good night, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight

You better check twice, look under your bed

Turn on your nightlight, cover up your head

'Cause we do exist, and there's no need to pretend

That you're not afraid of me and the Undead

Red, red rum, when you look into these eyes

Say goodnight, 'cause it's almost your bedtime

Buckle up, 'cause it's time to fly

You got a first-class ticket to Columbian Neckties

Take a seat, you could sit in the front row

The voice in your head is just me in your headphones

Everybody knows that we're the devil's heroes

Come and get a ticket, follow me to the creep show

What would you do if I told you I hate you?

What would you do if your life's on the line?

What would you say if I told you I hate you?

I got something that'll blow your mind...mind

Good night, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight

Goodnight, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a rope around your head and watch you as you take flight