Tekster: Hollywood Undead. Lump Your Head.

Boy u better put a lid on it

U don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like u the boss
U should check your chin
Oh no u don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause u don't want none

Let me take u back
So back in time
And make the front page news
Livin lives of crime
Cause your grand mood shined
Outlaws to be exact
We're gettin somethin new
And we never turned back
6 shots, point blank
Aimin at your face
I'm a quick draw
Then I'm gone without a trace
And I'll rob a bank
While chee and steal
Derail a fuckin train
Cause u know that I will
U need to pay your dues
And get cement shoes
And we're still on the run
The most ruthless crew

U don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like u the boss
U should check your chin
Oh no u don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause u don't want none

I'm a heart break kid
I'm a stick up kid
Bang. bang
Tommy gun
Yous a punk ass bitch
Knocked out
One punch
Like a superhero
Banged up. craped out
Now your back to zero
Boom. bing. pow.
King kong do doubt
If u blow a mission
I'm a have to dry u out
U can make it up
The deets train off of the ground
I'm a switch plates
Shake it u know how
Work gets around
All bets are in
I see u roll the dice
Looks like another 7
It's the end of your life

U don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like u the boss
U should check your chin oh
U don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause u don't want none

It's no matter
Just a matter of time
It don't matter to 3
It ain't no matter of mine
If u keep your mouth shut
Then u'll be just fine
If u keep running gums
U better look out behind
I see U N to the D E A D
U got the full clip
It's just cockin empty
Your the cock of the walk
But u walk too far
Now your cock's on the block
Of the boulevard
I'm the J O H to the N Y 3 T
U lucky u ain't dead
If u know they sent me

U don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
Like u the boss
U should check your chin
Oh no u don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
U keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause u don't want none

U N to the D E A D
U got your fist raised
But your legs are shaking
U N to the D E A D
U know that I'm the shit
That's why u tryin to take me
We can go around the corner
I ain't catchin a case
This will all be over quick
I'm a do what it takes
So your betting all u want
But never sneak out of place
Or I'm a roll your ass up
And smack the lips off your face
U better not run
Cause my bullets are faster
I'd never really hit a bitch
So I'm gonna smack ya
This won't even be a fight
Cause I'm knockin her out
And your nicknamed dick
So keep it out of your mouth
U N to the D E A D
Better be known
We do this shit on a daily
U N to the D E A D
No thanks
Still servin u baby