Hollywood Forever (Funny Man Remix)

OTR Records, Gunplay Beats, yeah

Tuesday to Tuesday, OTR

Oh, yeah my motherfuckin' life

Hollywood undead

I go by the name of

Lefty Motherfuckin' Gunplay

Bitch and I can't get right

But I'm a rockstar tonight

I'm right here with the homies Hollywood undead

Famous gangbanger

It's Lefty Gunplay

OTR Bowling superstar bitch

Who you know fresher then that

Riddle me that

With the bulletproof vest

Kansas City pity hat

Bitch I'm up

Big step up

Whip the Maybach

Face task

I'm the one that's bring it back to gangland

Three bunnies with me, I'll predict the story tonight

Reminiscin' when I was younger, bitch, they stole my bike

Smokin' on Killa with a killa

Unloadin' my pistol, throwin' hollow tips out the window

Bitch, tell me, count my money on you, 50s in the rental

It's Hollywood undead, I'm 'bout to kill this instrumental

It's seventy thousand, what'd I pay for my dental?

I think I'm metallic and iron with Peggy Merrell

Smoking on some endo

Roll down my window

Hit that boy up

Webbed him up with a extendo

Hoe bounce on my face

I think my name was Draco

Lefty Gunplay this the OTR takeover

I'm a funny man

I'ma do this till I die

I've been searching for salvation

But it's so hard to find

Maybe I'm undead

But you been keeping me alive

Ain't no higher cost of living

Just the cost of living high

Ain't nobody ever gonna forget about me

Ain't nobody ever asking hey who's he

I'm the funny man and that's all I'll ever be

With Danny J, Dog, Johnny 3, and Charles P

You fuckin' haters, shit's sad, your chin's frail

Off the tracks with six rails, that fish scale

Funny man, that Latino mix smell

Ridin' slow on the low like a pimp snail

I'm the real, I'm more fuzzy than funny

And honestly that shit don't even really bug me

I got what you need, that's why they call me Drugs Bunny

And I love all of you more than you could ever love me

I've been cracked out, smacked out, and tracked out

Still grab a rose and pull a Mack out when they black out

Chill guy who can crash out, smash out

Take the trash out, show you what that 'bout

I ain't a gangster, don't ask me where my gun at

Fuck with me like a kid, I got some G's, come back and get ya

Snap like Kodak, get the picture

Run it up top, what's the issue?

Splash the shams, don't flash the blams

Turn the cypher into a crowd and clap your hands

Crash the plans, go ask your mans please

We the reason rappers need plan B's, to feed their families

Yeah, we lightin' rung reds, bump heads

Rockin' with the undead, yeah yeah

Oh enough said, microphone to rifles

All bad for rivals, nice with the shit

I only do it when my eyes closed

Everywhere I go, you become a part of me

And all the love you show is worth the blood I bleed

This is all I know (this is all I know)

What I was born to be

So take a 40 in the head

'Cause you're rocking with the best, every single one of us is undead

Undead

Undead

Undead