Letra de Hater Monkeys
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'Yo, fuck Scene Kidz man they can't fucking rap they're all fucking poseurs, man. Fuck SK. They tryin' to be like Hollywood Undead. [rambling]'
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'Yo, fuck Scene Kidz man they can't fucking rap they're all fucking poseurs, man. Fuck SK. They tryin' to be like Hollywood Undead. [rambling]'
Here's what they yap about
'Well, y'know, you guys are like totally like the rejected Hollywood Undead. What is this? I mean, maners these days? Screamo and rap? What the fuck. You guys suck.'
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh-huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh)
Seems like you're running out of things to say
And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh)
Seems like we're not
Cool enough these days
I'm not gonna sit and be emo about it,
I mean God damn we fuckin rockers
No doubt about it, right?
You wanna autograph?
FUCK YOU!
You were talkin' shit last time I talked to you
On Myspace
Of all places
Half these fuckers don't even show their real faces
Dim the lit too
Dim the acne
Do what you do to make yourself happy
When you talk shit I really do care
I stay up all night
Hugging my teddy bear
Not
I don't give a fuck
Keep sending hate mail
Oh my god, do you really care that fucking much! ?
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh)
Seems like you're running out of things to say
And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh)
Seems like we're not
Cool enough these days
Send the hate mail
S- send the hate mail
You can try to make us quit
But I bet you fail
Keep giving mar far when all the records fail
Bitch you ain't gonna stop us
So just quit picking on us kid
'Cause no matter what you do
We'll still be the same crew
And um... yeah, yeah
I love the HU
But we don't look like them
We don't sound like them I mean c'mon
The Rejected Hollywood Undead?
Temper, temper!
You better watch that shit here Take your meds, bitch
And if you haven't found out by now
Spank, your other SK,
Don't give a shit
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh)
Seems like you're running out of things to say
And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh)
Seems like we're not
Cool enough these days
First off let me say I'm a fucking girl, dude
How you gonna say that we sound like HU?
Don't be mad you can't do like we do
The music that you try to make sounds like poo-poo.
Hollywood Undead rocks my socks
But we're not them
So you can just fuck off!
Yeeeeeah. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.Oh jeeze, put that in your pocket. Hater. Fuck you guys. Bitches. You suck. Fuck you anyways. Fuck off.
(Thanks to Lindsey for these lyrics)
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh-huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh)
Seems like you're running out of things to say
And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh)
Seems like we're not
Cool enough these days
I'm not gonna sit and be emo about it,
I mean God damn we fuckin rockers
No doubt about it, right?
You wanna autograph?
FUCK YOU!
You were talkin' shit last time I talked to you
On Myspace
Of all places
Half these fuckers don't even show their real faces
Dim the lit too
Dim the acne
Do what you do to make yourself happy
When you talk shit I really do care
I stay up all night
Hugging my teddy bear
Not
I don't give a fuck
Keep sending hate mail
Oh my god, do you really care that fucking much! ?
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh)
Seems like you're running out of things to say
And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh)
Seems like we're not
Cool enough these days
Send the hate mail
S- send the hate mail
You can try to make us quit
But I bet you fail
Keep giving mar far when all the records fail
Bitch you ain't gonna stop us
So just quit picking on us kid
'Cause no matter what you do
We'll still be the same crew
And um... yeah, yeah
I love the HU
But we don't look like them
We don't sound like them I mean c'mon
The Rejected Hollywood Undead?
Temper, temper!
You better watch that shit here Take your meds, bitch
And if you haven't found out by now
Spank, your other SK,
Don't give a shit
Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh)
You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh)
Seems like you're running out of things to say
And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh)
You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh)
Seems like we're not
Cool enough these days
First off let me say I'm a fucking girl, dude
How you gonna say that we sound like HU?
Don't be mad you can't do like we do
The music that you try to make sounds like poo-poo.
Hollywood Undead rocks my socks
But we're not them
So you can just fuck off!
Yeeeeeah. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.Oh jeeze, put that in your pocket. Hater. Fuck you guys. Bitches. You suck. Fuck you anyways. Fuck off.
(Thanks to Lindsey for these lyrics)
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