Lyrics Hollywood Undead

Hollywood Undead

Apologize

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids.

(J-Dog)

You heard us before but that was just a little sample

We're back for more here to set a worse example

Chop it up white stuff, must be damn big

Wolves linin' up and scorin' little pigs

Still drunk and we're doin' it again

With a huff and a puff I'll blow and burn down your shit

Learn it out pitch black grin still white skin

You know I'm hard to kill for real I'm movin' in

I'm puttin' 22 down while I'm pukin' up blood

You know I'm here to stay and fuck I'm gonna die young

Yo my posse's gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger

It's 188 minus one you know the figure.

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids.

(Charlie Scene)

It's easy to be drunk when it's hard to be sober

Imma steal your leased rover and pull police over

I'm a mean smoker who reeks of weed odor

Certified street soldier devil on your teens shoulder

Don't invite Scene over he pees at sleep overs

He asked your sister out so that he could cheat on her

What a creep loner, shit I couldn't sink lower

You just got a mean boner from a Charlie Scene poster

If I'm poppin' a wheelie its cause I'm jackin your bike

Got my middle finger raised as I'm runnin' red lights

I'm known to punch 'em in the dick at the end of a fight

And I never say I'm sorry at the end of the night.

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids.

(J3T)

So many dollars stuffed in my wallet

Chain so bling yeah you know that I'm a baller

We can take the blame cause your parents don't wanna

They roll their blunts with your marijuana

How can I run when the pigs got a chopper

I got a gun but they got a lotta

Shootin' at the sky with a mother fuckin' sawed off

God bless a Catholic forgive me father

Now what's a man to do when another holds a Bible

Got a kid suin' me holdin' me liable

Confessions of a kid and they call him suicidal

Dead beat such a sinner but we call him a child

How can you blame him I'm playground a dealin

The mother still buyin' the father still preachin'

And now it's up to me cause no one's gonna teach him

Now nobody, nobody needs 'em.

We don't apologize

And that's just the way it is

But we can harmonize

Even if we sound like shit

Don't try to criticize

You bitches better plead the fifth

We've been idolized

Role models for all the kids.