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 sht goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we
ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
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 f
ound 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 gotta live and someone’s gotta die
Here comes
hell, it’s redemption, right?
Now you’re just a ghost on a cold, blind night
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 sht goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we
ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
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 s
itting on the internet like “is this sht true?”
And I
don’t give a fck about your bad review
Till I
pop out the screen with a big “fk you!”
Then
hop in the backseat and get to the blasting
Cut
down your dreams like the Hollywood casting
Except
this sht 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?
“
Fck, suck, dck, 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 sht goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we
ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
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 btches 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,
btch, so glad you have this
Got
pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac sht
Get your c
ardiac 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 fck, we never did
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that’s how we live
Believe me when we do it, yeah, we fcking do it big
And
if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids
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 sht goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we
ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
