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 lab 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 gotta live and someone’s gotta die Here comes hell, it’s redemption, right? Now you’re just a ghost on a cold, blind nightRide, 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 spokesRoll 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”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 spokesSemi-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 kidsRide, 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…
