Black Cadillac lyrics

[Chorus: Funny Man]

Ride, slide, dipping low

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Ride, slide, smoke control

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 my White Wolf stashed in my white ball cap

Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy's flat 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

[Chorus: Funny Man]

Ride, slide, dipping low

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Ride, slide, smoke control

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 2: J-Dog]

Roll up in the spot like a live grenade

And every day we celebrate like a pimp parade

Swimming in liquor till the end of my days

Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze

Who would've knew I turn the trees blue?

You're sitting on the internet like "is this shit true?"

And I don't give a fuck about your bad review

Till I pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!"

Then hop in the backseat and get to the blasting

Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting

Except this shit is real, not acting

We're still murdering so thanks for asking

Too damn smart to get caught up in legalities

Blow you off-stage, just another fatality

And, sir, you don't know that we lack morality?

"Fuck, suck, dick, lick, man, we nasty"

[Chorus: Funny Man]

Ride, slide, dipping low

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Ride, slide, smoke control

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 3: B-Real]

Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses

Gas is lit, quick, spark on the matchstick

The class is classic, lyrical backflips

Got you bitches begging for the backstage passes

Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc

I'm just filling in because they're never gonna have it

So sad, you sad, bitch, so glad you have this

Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac shit

Get your cardiac kit, where's the party at, trick?

Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip

Got the room loud in the valley

All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli

We don't give a fuck, we never did

Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that's how we live

Believe me when we do it, yeah, we fucking do it big

And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids

[Chorus: Funny Man]

Ride, slide, dipping low

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Ride, slide, smoke control

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

• Artist:Hollywood Undead
• Album:V