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LyricsEdit

We don't apologize and that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize even 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
(For all the kids)

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, let's begin
Big wolves lining up and scoring little pigs
Still drunk and we're doing it again
With a huff and a puff, I'm blow and burn down your shit
Learn it out, pitch-black grin, still white skin
You know I'm hard to kill, but real I'm moving in
I'm putting twenty-two down while I'm puking up blood
You know I'm here to stay, well fuck, I'm gonna die young
Now my posse's getting big and my posse's getting bigger
It's one eighty-eight minus one, you know the picture

We don't apologize and that's just the way it is
But we can harmonize even 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
(For all the kids)

It's easy to be drunk when it's hard to be sober
I'mma steal your leased Rover and pull police over
I'm a mean smoker who reeks of weed odor
Certified street soldier, devil on your teen's shoulder
Don't invite Scene over, he pees at sleepovers
He asked your sister out just so 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 popping a wheelie, it's 'cause I'm jacking your bike
Got my middle finger raised as I'm running 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 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
(For all the kids)

So many dollars stuffed in a 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 lot o'
Shooting at the sky with a motherfucking sawed-off
God bless a Catholic, forgive me Father
Now what's a man do when another holds a Bible?
Vatican's suing me, holding me liable
Confessions of a kid and they call him suicidal
Deadbeat, such a sinner, but we call him a child
How can you blame him? A playground they're dealing
The mother's still buying and the father's still preaching
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 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
(For all the kids)

PersonnelEdit

Hollywood Undead

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