Mo's Bloggy Blog - August 23rd!!

by **Komoda** 8/23/2009, 11:27 pm

My internet if freaking ridiculous.

I guess I'm lucky in a way, because Twig is the only site that'll work. I kind of need Google, though. And Facebook... Gaia, I can live without... But urgh.

I can't even post lyrics today because I won't be able to find them. *sad face*
But, I can post what I do know! I'll like... Make my own Hollywood Undead lyrics! But that'll be at the end.

So, today, my internet wasn't working at all until like five seconds ago. I had a rather productive day 'cause since I was bored, I got chores done, helped mom and dad with yard work, picked raspberries, burned my ear, curled my hair, wrote stuff in my journal, almost finished Chapter 11 of BR, chatted with gramps, learned where all the watery faucet things are, drew two drawings, and the list goes on...
It was kinda boring, but whatever.

So here are some lyrics!!

BOTTLE AND A GUN
By Hollywood Undead, cleanified by Komoda Wayne.

It was once a dark, lonely summer's eve, on the lonely streets of sunset. When The Lord called upon seven crazy MCs. J-dog, Charlie Scene, Tha Server, Da Kurlzz, Shady Jeff, and THA PRODUCER!!

Hey man, you forgot about the homie Funny Man! Come on, aw!

And I can show you how to kiss without making love
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun.
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

My clothes are always retro!
Perpetual like I'm hetro,
And I play a game like Nintendo! (ZELDA!)
Take a fun ride in my Volvo!
Funny as Bob [Saget], I should do stand up!
Bust caps in the club like I don't give a darn. (WUV YOU!)
Got a gold g-grill, text mah blackberry if you wanna chill.
Hop in the ride lets roll!
I'm a baritone with a voice that's so low,
It'll make your speakers explode!
And I'll drop your smarties to the flo! (AH!)
Let me twirl you forward, let me twirl you sideways
Come to the dance floor, freaky Friday!
If you got fight than you better step up, girl!
Hollywood Undead 'aint nothin' to mess with!

And I can show you how to kiss without making love
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun.
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

Girl, come play a game like Mario Bros
Introduce me to your mom as Charles!
It's Charlie Scene! Dance to the bass.
Wait until you see my face... Hey girl!
Wear that blouse that matches your eyes,
My first name makes Vietnam sigh!
I go insane and do the same old same old!
Take three girls and call them Charlie's Angels!
Whatcha gonna do after we get signed?
I'm gonna lose my mind!
Get thirty inch spinners and pimp my ride!
Go back in time,
Be there that night and save Tupac's life!
Then pay my fine,
For gettin' caught kissing on the Hollywood sign!
I got the game on lock!
I gotta bottle and a glock,
With biceps like The Rock,
Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdock,
HEY!

And I can show you how to kiss without making love
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun.
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

Get an XBox,
I'll show you how!

Come on, girl, let me show you how,
Let's chat it up on Live right now.

Get an XBox,
I'll show you how!

Come on, girl, let me show you how,
Let's chat it up on Live right now.

And I can show you how to kiss without making love
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun.
The way you look at me,
I can tell that you're a freak.

Get an XBox,
I'll show you how!

If you got fight then you better step up, girl!
Hollywood Undead 'aint nothin' to mess with!

Get an XBox,
I'll show you how!

I gotta bottle and a glock,
With biceps like The Rock,
Buy Tom's soul back from Rupert Murdock,

GIRL! What, Biscuit eater??

Yee haw! That song was so dirty before I got to it. XP

Um... I really have nothing else to talk about. XP That's it! Thanks for readin'.