Tell em guys McFly killin it Blood, love spillin it Not feelin it, fuckin deal with it Get with it, don’t get caught late to the party Got me a new hobby and I’m piling up the bodies Marty M on a Motley binge with the Crue Six syringe naughty kids partying Bacardi on the audience 151, light em up Not a stranger to the violence Dial in the violins It’s the great white annihilating men on the island Sound the sirens, the lions and the wolves wildin On the horizon, defiance down to a science Ain't buying it, the shit that they be trying kid They lying to us, vying to annihilate us Shoot us police state is the future Get used to the abuse of the shakers and the movers Players and the looters Being ruled by computers Assume them fools ain’t letting go You effin with the ebb and flow If you ain’t on the boat Me, I’m going down with the ship No notes, debt and all Detonate a bomb for the cause, set it off Even if my mom calls, bawls tries to call it off I'm still lobbing molotovs at the promenade Still like, Fuck every cop involved Every pig on the list To get a dick, fist or a shiv in a orifice I'm bored with this Thats why im packin punches with the choruses But of course, there's more to this But this is just a simple little intro Just a little info Let you little imps know I’m devine with the rhymes, beats and lingo And y’all just eat shit, Pink Flamingos

Full speed ahead, kill the lights Already walkin’ with the dead So, might as well try suicide tonight Yeah, I admit it, I'm high, really high Red-eyed on red-eye Nine flights of white wine like a guy's got nine lives Not a feline but a wolfman Howling at the moon in a tour van Another bloodbath of scumbags Never a dull jam when I pull rank When I pull shank, aim straight for the ribcage Since crib age, I've been crazy This ain’t scrimmage or me trying to embellish my image I'm hellish, Shit Never going to fuckin heaven Even if I did you'd know that I'd bring a fuckin weapon Tell god to get to steppin' If not I'm stabbing Jesus til he stop breathing Like dick now we're even Always at odds with the boss So I'm screaming steaming scheming The squad's squabbling heathen, the demon Alex P. Keaton Cheating death on ketamine and weed Mowing down my enemies like Christine Cause I've been a King Oh the horror of a modern-day on-the-scene reporter Headed for the border reporting for duty and war I'm sure you're familiar with the repertoire I'm a hardcore wolf on a collision course with the world Soaring on a hoverboard 2015 A.D Drowning in a sea Of people going crazy Not exactly The future I was hopin' Didn't turn out how they told me Bleak streak AD 2015 See the rising seas, see the wildlife extinct Foresee a future doomed, don’t need a time machine The brutal truth is not conspiracy It’s apathy It's why we burn trees, OD on carbon Accustomed to gunmen, lettin’ the water run Fuck the repercussions I’m baskin' in the sun Don't give a fuck about the problem Burnin an eternal flame, stay blazed Like a bird of prey, swoop, put you in a grave Ether-laced pillowcase, hazy shade Whatever, anyway Permanent adventure, travelin’ for pleasure Hollywood Kill Krew back to the future Radiating rhymes, microwaving vibes Sippin on the Makers with a side of cyanide The future isn’t written or predestined, first lesson So don’t get caught up in the promise of the present I know its tense when you finally jump off the fence Hence me waiting for the right moment to spark success We the architects, awesome vets Hollywood Kill Krew, Marty Em Here to offer depth Get a few things off my chest, like how the law oppress No common sense We all make a dollar less for every dollar made The boss dominates While we all in chains saving for a small escape Holiday Wondering how much more we gonna take And we finally all gonna coordinate The less fortunate from all coordinates And make a commitment to fight the system And the throes of capitalism It's just business So sit back and enjoy the ride as you cruise by the victims

Signature series y’all Behind the venue, the blunts pop I'm coughing with it Cause I’m just here to get fucked up I'm on a mission Got a rhythm with this whiskey I’m sippin’ I think it's gettin’ in my head and clouding all my decisions Shit There’s a lid but once it pops, that’s off We’re pounding on our fists And yelling shots shots shots We‘re fuckin animals fighting to maintain a buzz While all these haters all up on the side They try to hate on us Fuckin dudes with the booze They got em hyphy Giving me the stank eye But fuck you, I'm doin’ my thing Not no dubstep I don't need that whomp whomp Gonna find your body dead Coming up in the swamp swamp Mood I’m in, I’m pissy acting rude again I took a gin and juice and I don’t give a fuck who’s it is It’s mine now I’ve gone too high for me to climb down Whatever crimes are left out in the night Let’s go and find out We gonna smoke some weed, we goin’ out tonight Rolling with my friends Knowin’ it's just nothing but trouble Whoa But here we goin’ and We gonna smoke some weed, we goin’ out tonight Rolling with my friends Knowin’ it's just nothing but trouble Whoa Here we goin’ again Another Friday night And I find myself high as a kite I gotta remind myself I’m quite alright 35, still live, still ill Still got a beatin’ heart Been cheating death from the fuckin start I’m smarter than your average bear But still prone to boo boos Too much booze trying to get loose Yeah schmoozing with whos whos Got me spewing out truth a bit too soon And I'm drunk and obnoxious again Toxic mushroom cloud settling in I’m yellin’ from a terrace Cause I’m a relentless menace To your momentous occasions Just saying It might be time for a conversation But please be patient As much as I hate it This medicated state’s premeditated They say I'm jaded But nah, I'm just a sadist We gonna smoke some weed, we goin’ out tonight Rolling with my friends Knowin’ it's just nothing but trouble Whoa But here we goin’ and We gonna smoke some weed, we goin’ out tonight Rolling with my friends Knowin’ it's just nothing but trouble Whoa Here we goin’ again

Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Brand new DeLorean, Brand new DeLorean Bumpin the system Couldn't wait to hit em with the futuristic, sadistic sick shit A misfit’s been obsessed with Moooove dick, get out the way I'm doing 88 in the slow lane No shame in my road rage In my old age, I blow haze on this soul train No cocaine Just a flux capacitor and an old flame Hopin we make it home safe This whole place amazingly crazy Me Candy Lawless and KC So hot, gotta turn up the AC Bassy tape deck bumpin’ Always Into Something Always legit, so you know I ain't sayin’ nothin Turn the subs up as I cruise through Middle fingers up like screw you Imma move you, soothe you With the sounds of the Kill Krew Turn the system up cause we don't give a fuck Tell you, go ahead and call the cops Cause I'm that punk going nuts Doing donuts in the parking lot Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Brand new DeLorean, Brand new DeLorean Shotgun called in the brand new fly ride Move on up to the eastside highrise We deluxe like a penthouse suite Broadcast uplink send out beats Doc Hollywood, Timezone LaFontaine Wheels coldblooded, style insane Keep your lips zipped till you're ready to spit Like a veteran, better than the regular shit Keep heads centering, heat that's simmering Chrome on the rims, we rolling, shimmering Joint in one hand, other hand sloe gin Par for the course for the kid from Old Djinn Hold it, uh, what, wait one minute Heads spinning, we just beginning Now I’ve got to slow it down because that's how we roll in town Hold it now, underground, come around, stunning sound Cashing checks, dashcam bet Catching cops and snapping necks Cruising slow til it's time to go Leaving trails of flame in the road Accelerate to 88 mph, we'll catch you lates Punks not dead at all my man, I really thought you knew bout that Now what you think you're gonna tell the Hollywood Kill Krew bout that? And how do you suppose you're going to maintain your composure When we're providing closure to careers of MC posers? Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Brand new DeLorean, Brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Bumpin’ the system in my brand new DeLorean Brand new DeLorean, Brand new DeLorean

It's amazing how I'm phrasing it, I'm chasing it I'm about to make it kid but I could really give a shit I ain't faking it, just Jamaican it Taking four shots of rum for the sake of it Naked, baked, actin dumb, sailing on a ship To the Caribbean with atheists and a bunch of pagans Satan, Jaded with Jaden Smith, Fresh Prince Six degrees of separation, Kevin Bacon it We Eminem and Dr. Drein’ them Just sayin’ we ain't playin’ We taking this torch scorchin’ the Source And watchin’ the fireworks from the front porch Oh no it don't pay shit But we don't do it for the paycheck Going apeshit, we going apeshit Uh and don't let me out this cage Hide your kids I'm about to throw shit in their face Oh no it don't pay shit But we don't do it for the paycheck Going apeshit, we going apeshit Uh and don't let me out this cage Hide your kids I'm about to throw shit in their face Yo four twenty, weed thief, I-5 speed freak Take lives with the steak knife, I don't peace keep Skeet skeet, caught up in a repeat episode Next level tho, something that you'll never know Off the dome, off the whip, off the chain with it I put my dick inside your house and then I came in it Started at the bottom, man, nothing was the same with it Me and Marty came to kill the whole game with it Hard mode with a cold flow like it's Fargo Marco with a Polo, Donnie Darko Dark bar in the smart car going hardcore Spliff break Never let me out the fuckin fish tank Oh no it don't pay shit But we don't do it for the paycheck Going apeshit, we going apeshit Uh and don't let me out this cage Hide your kids I'm about to throw shit in their face Oh no it don't pay shit But we don't do it for the paycheck Going apeshit, we going apeshit Uh and don't let me out this cage Hide your kids I'm about to throw shit in their face Oh no it don't pay shit But we don't do it for the paycheck Going apeshit, we going apeshit Uh and don't let me out this cage Hide your kids I'm about to throw shit in their face Oh no it don't pay shit But we don't do it for the paycheck Going apeshit, we going apeshit Uh and don't let me out this cage Hide your kids I'm about to throw shit in their face

Hollywood Lawless Yo, I'm trippin’, dippin’ slippin’ into a stupor Sippin’ on a pint Ouzo Heaven sent like Clark Kent Feelin’ super in my scooter hittin’ on cougars Down 4th going fubar when I go hard Get lost when I get tossed Who's the boss? Jack, John, Tony Danza Either way, this ain't fucking Kansas I'm walking like a panther What's the answer? Bank heist or zeitgeist Pies to eyes of the guys in suits and ties Who are trying to hypnotize me through my TV, see It's not that easy? Is it? Goddamn, I'm leanin’ Damn God for being useless Like a president after he wins Or me after two spliffs two fifths I'm a massive rabid Mexican mastiff Acting passive aggressive in the past tense Rad since the absence of Absinthe Fuck around get your ass kicked Sonically, by these Kill Krew bastards Bartender I'm not the bartender I think I'm going to die Double whisky no coke no ice Nevermind, I think I can fly Hey, can I get a drink? Yo, Lawless, you alright? I need a hug The sun's coming up and I'm still not tired I'm on fire and it feels like I'm walking on a tightrope wire Going back and forth a bit Ire, bliss, annoyed, paranoid Do you see that shit? I'm seeing bugs I think I can read your thoughts (Really? What am I thinking) Let's change the narrative voice and acknowledge a subplot You're not the kinda guy who likes to kick it in a place like this You've heard of Lawless Lucy but you didn't expect hella telekinesis Can't look in the rug, I'm hiding under the mirror I'm floating on a pancake in a pool of maple syrup Cheer up, put your beers up These nightmares are going to clear up Knight to king's rook, uh, I took your bishop Claustrophobic like dig dug, do you wanna risk it? Do you wanna crack some eggs and whisk it Whip me up a biscuit? Good gravy, it's Wavy Gravy R-I-P Please Hollywood, save me

Ain’t no easy way no matter what they say Gotta work hard every day Most just try to take your pay Make you say shit you don’t wanna say Like sit up straight and behave I came to play but I ain’t no one’s slave Best believe that I stay blazed So make way for today’s Dre Blessin’ the beats high, my way For Christ’s sake I riling up a melee at the Safeway By the highway, Crimewave Have a nice Friday Call me Charlie Heston Cause I got a Smith and Wesson And I’m dying in the planet of the primates No solutions, just illusions Smoke and mirrors, hollow movements Mass confusion, frozen dinners Mass pollution, coldest winters The worst abuses known to humans lie beneath the ruins That's how we do it Could give a fuck, how you view it We coolin’, we mutants We ruthless, we crashin’ We wreckin’ the place fantastic We keep on thrashin’, we ready for action Keep on jabbin’, spazzin’ out It’s the faction passing out beatdowns on the palace grounds Ain't no easy way Just the hard way All day ,always Heartbreaks and heartaches Ain't no easy way Just the hard way All day, always Heartbreaks and heartaches

Goddamn Turn it up Hollywood you heard Kill Krew you heard Marty Em you heard Teen Wolf you heard Stoney kid from the neighborhood known as Hollywood Cause I smoke that dro like a real G from Cali would So I'm always in a good mood, always up to no good Guess what? Don't give a fuck dude Mind you, Kill Krew killing it, Jethro Tulling it No thrilla from Manila, Yo, I'm Kim Jong illin' it Straight up villain stacking skrilly to the ceilin’ So throw your fuckin dough up if your feelin’ this Oh It's embarrassing How after two years I'm fucking killing this While you still washing dishes at Bennigan's Olympia's dope Mexican OG Em and M Hitting the mic and stage like I'm a kid again Sweet 16's or should I say fifteen 81 Delorean ready to tour again With a ten-foot sub in the trunk for the low end Hoping to get the coke in like Lindsey Lohan Hopeless, clocking 88 on the freeways Jocking my PA, high speed Down a CA scenic highway Chugging on a forty of OE On my way back to Oly I'm rancid, I spit acid When I smoke that guacamole I take a piss on anything holy I'm a heathen stranger With a little element of danger Fuck an angel from every fucking angle I'm blasphemous, yeah Fuck the star spangle I never asked for this Capitalist tragedy, catastrophe, so-called democracy You're all fucking crazy if you ask me A little delusional Living a life of servitude Yet, you want me to vote for who Fuck that, I wish all presidents dead Kings, queens, popes too Off with their heads See I'm bored with this culture of hoarders Boarding up their borders Gearing up for the new world order Billions gone, I'm out for one thing, fun Done with this game, I'm all out of quarters Kill Krew DeLorean Music DeLorean Music DeLorean Music

Hollywood Co$tna Ashes Yo Spew like volcanic ash, spittin’ satanic raps Smokin’ up all the trees, meltin’ like polar caps Blowin’ like greenhouse gases, we burning up the masses Flow so radioactive I'm blastin’ all you bastards Another rumble in the jungle, mountains start to crumble Natural disasters Bodies buried deep beneath the rubble Causing tsunamis, tidal waves to put you in a grave Missing in action baby, M-I-A M-I-A Suicide mission KC, I'm crushing humanoids Predator vision set to headshot precision Seek and destroy, send you straight into the void Paranoid rap droid pissing on the competition Let's take a journey to the center of the grind Hit rewind on these bitches that's about to get strip mined 20,000 fucking fathoms deep see the way these phantoms creep No sleep surfacing, just to hit that fucking weed Ashes Blunt ashes Ashes It's raining acid, acid Straight comin’ out blazin’ Without a doubt that I'm fuckin amazing So the shit coming out your mouth Doesn't fuckin phase me You fuckers better learn to embrace me When I burn them bridges They'll be nothing left but to chase me Straight Outta Lacey, nah, homie Diego SD, North Park NP The subject of one too many one-trick ponies’ envy Cause I seed my own beats and whip these crowds into a frenzy Let’s see, let’s up the ante And put your money where your mouth is Cause I could give a fuck Burn this world to the ashes Bring on the clashes cause London’s burning Shit’s overpriced and I hate Christ with a passion I’m taxin’ next person who’s fuckin askin’ If Alex P. Keaton is a democrat pacifist Nah, answer with a double fist I’m a pissed anti-capitalist Sippin’ on a Arrogant Bastard, bitch Ashes Blunt ashes Ashes It's raining acid, acid Ashes It's raining acid, acid Ashes It's raining acid, acid Ashes

Yo I didn't require your pitiful help I'm learnin' this all by my itty bitty self Later when I’m killin' mics and rocking crowds You'll still be dancin' in front of your bedroom mirror Just clownin' around You talked yourself up like you was the shit But the only thing you’re capable of rockin' Is your own dick Keep on rockin' your prick in the free world Ego so large you could be the main attraction at Sea World Never fuck with Hollywood's Cliqua de la Muerte Somos el número trece, somos la mala suerte Soy asesino, rapero vampiro Nunca as oído un sonido como el mio Soy Chupacabra, buscando sangre Me ves en la mañana en la cama de tu madre Soy El Cucuy matando a los niños Escucha nuestra música es muy adictivo Hollywood Cliqua De La Muerte Somos del norte oeste Hollywood Cliqua De La Muerte Somos, somos del norte oeste Hollywood Cliqua De La Muerte Somos del norte oeste Hollywood Cliqua De La Muerte Somos, somos del norte oeste Kill Krew, I'm ill dude Trust me, I’m pussin’, infectious disgusting, imperial crushing Still clashin' a bit, still not giving three shits Still goin’ Wyld Stallyns, Battalion of Saints on this bitch An excellent adventure is what I'm willing to settle for Or a Korg pedalboard with infinite effects that I can meddle with Hollywood escaped the depths of hell equipped with only wits Heart, endurance and hard-earned experience Seriously demented when I'm delivering them the venom Serving them vermin with a daily dosage of the serum Slowly but surely I’m pullin' plugs early Jack Kavorkian them until I get the urge again Mira mijo, no te metas conmigo, escucha lo que digo Cliqua De La Muerte, niños del maíz, enemigos del país Ven aquí hijo es tiempo pa dormir

I'm on a killing spree like villains be These kids ain't as ill as me But they ain't feelin' me That’s what they tellin me when they deal with me Even tho I'm knockin grills off like a guillotine Go ahead and order me another coke and grenadine Cause I don't need another drink To be half as mean or cause a scene Obscene when I'm sippin’ lean Obnoxious, tossing caution to the wind Drunk off adrenaline So David Faustin's pissed off at me Why? Caused I offed him on the screen Apologies no offense meant, just an analogy How you dead to me, officially my enemy The voices in my head keep tellin' me I don't need no friends I don’t need no ends I don't need no love Just a little blood on the end of a knife When I end another life Kill kill kill The voices said Kill kill kill The voices said Kill kill kill The voices said kill So I will On to confession, I'm glad you got to steppin’ A blessin’ in disguise your presence was a death sentence No repentance, now we off to the pennant On to rock the big game not bogged down by dead weight Get your head straight Cause at the end of the day you're lookin' at me the wrong way Lay off the weed and the Bombay Before you go dishing accusations my way Dick, hit the highway You're paranoid, grow a pair boy Cause me, I'm overjoyed at your choice And the outcome, shut your mouth, son You can pout some, but the bout's done Proverbial KO, layed out once more By that crazy kid from Diego You fuckin clown, go drink some Faygo This ain't Barnum's It’s bar none number one when it's all done Kill kill kill The voices said Kill kill kill The voices said Kill kill kill The voices said kill So I will

Hollywood Kill Krew I'm blazing, staving off the crazy Pacing at my stay at the Days Inn Stationed, impatiently waiting To see if they elect Sarah Palin If they do, I'm bailin’, sailin’ to Spain Cause ain't no way I'm stayin’ to witness The tail end of society failin’ I'm boltin’ like Colton cause this world is revolting No hope for the moment And even if we had some, I know we'd blow it That's why this poet's got the Moet flowing Toastin’ with my co-eds with my don't-give-a-fucks showing Low end bumpin’ in a foreign country Slummin’ it with my adorin’ pumpkin I ain’t dumb kid, no dummy I’m savin’ up all my money To go down undy to get chummy With Cheech and Crocodile Dundee So Throw another shrimp on the barbie Cause me and my army About to crash this party like Darby Overseas, overdose Comatose, vámonos Let’s fuckin go Before the world folds like dominoes On the surface, it just seems we’re burdened to service Lustin’ for bucks, searchin’ for something lame to purchase Surfin’ on this Earth without aim and a purpose But that's just us Livin’ in a fuckin’ circus Fuckin clowns Everywhere everywhere Fuckin clowns Everywhere I go Clowns rule everything around me Cream It’s the money Dolla’ dolla’ bill y’all I’m surrounded by clowns donnin’ permanent frowns Drownin’ in their doubts Unaware that their bumblin’ towns are crumblin’ down Only watchin’ the pounds, Deaf to the sound of the sad state of affairs That’s why I write the songs to hide the despair But how do we repair the world when no one cares They tell me to stay strong Shit, I can’t believe we even stay calm 66 million starvin’ in the arms of their moms And we can’t even stop the mad men From makin’ the bombs And we place blame on Kim Jung and Saddam Even though Obama’s just the same as them Pennin’ death with the best of them So, four more years of warlords Who can afford to pour mortars on poor folks Remotely from Norfolk Or Langley Whatever Love this country? Never Gladly sever the head of state For a chance to live in a better place Or a better world Not just another Ringling Bros production Sold to the highest bidder at the next fuckin auction On the surface, it just seems we’re burdened to service Lustin’ for bucks, searchin’ for something lame to purchase Surfin’ on this Earth without aim and a purpose But that's just us Livin’ in a fuckin’ circus Fuckin clowns Everywhere everywhere Fuckin clowns Everywhere I go Clowns rule everything around me Cream It’s the money Dolla’ dolla’ bill y’all Clowns rule everything around me Cream It’s the money Dolla’ dolla’ bill y’all

2011 Remix This is hard rock Yo, this is hard rock This is punk rock Yeah, hit the weed spot This is hard rock (Whoa) This is hip hop Now get up off your ass Like your seat’s hot Ch-Ch-Ch-Check one Is this thing on? I can't hear you Check two How’s it soundin’ in the back of the room Between me and you, when I hear that Boom boom bap boom bap bap boom I swoon Head bangin’, hips swayin’ Easy skankin’, groupies faintin’ I'm sayin’ We need a Aqua Crunk Bollywood Post Punk Remix playin’ Gimmie DJs bumpin’ 808s on MDMA Gimmie gimmie LSD-laced MCs rhyming fuck OPD Hey, Lawless rapping in a punk house Moshing in a penthouse Not gonna stop til they toss me out And even then, I'll start again, no doubt From the curb to the crib to the club Keep it loud This is hard rock Yo, this is hard rock This is punk rock Yeah, hit the weed spot This is hard rock (Whoa) This is hip hop Now get up off your ass Like your seat’s hot 2011 Remix Now whether it's hard rock, punk rock or hip hop Doc's beats always hit the sweet spot Up and over hitting that G-spot Got you pleadin’ please stop Had me on the first shot right when the beat dropped Cause I go full force When it comes to hip hop intercourse Always want more Love to open them closed doors Cause I'm a whore for metaphors Down on the floor on all fours in shorty shorts Now let's explore The possibility of outsourcing these MC's Overseas far east to the West Indies Where they can rap for cheese in shitty factories While I'm in the West Keys sippin’ on daiquiris See 2012 my year, Marty Em here Driving down Martin in a drop-top DeLorean With Herbie's hand on my cock Not punk rock, hip hop But, uh, back to the future shock This is hard rock Yo, this is hard rock This is punk rock Yeah, hit the weed spot This is hard rock (Whoa) This is hip hop Now get up off your ass Like your seat’s hot This is hard rock Yo, this is hard rock This is punk rock Yeah, hit the weed spot (Whoa) This is hard rock This is hip hop Now get up off your ass Like your seat’s hot