Lyrics:

Charlie Scene:
It was once a dark lonely summers eve on the lonely streets of Sunset, when the lord called upon six crazy MCs: J-Dog, Charlie Scene, Johnny 3 Tears, Da Kurlzz, and Tha Producer.

Funny Man:
Hey! Uh, man, you forgot the homie Funny Man, cmon!

Deuce:
And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak
And Ill be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak

Funny Man:
My clothes are always retro
Sexual like Im hetero
And I play a bitch like Nintendo (Deuce: Zelda!)
Take her for a ride in my Benz-o

Funny as fuck, I should do stand up
Bust caps at the crowd like I dont give a fuck (Charlie Scene: Fuck you!)
Got a gold-ass grill
Hit me on the Sidekick if you wanna chill

Hop in the ride, lets roll
Im a baritone with a voice so low
Itll make your speakers explode
And Ill drop your panties to the floor (Deuce: Ah!)

Let me bend you over, let me lay you sideways
Hop in the back, girls, freaky Friday
If you got beef, then you better step up, bitch
Hollywood Undead aint nothin to fuck with

Deuce:
And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak
And Ill be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak

Charlie Scene:
Girl, come and smoke my pole like a Marlboro
Introduce me to your mom as Charles
Its Charlie Scene, shake your ass to the bass
Wait til you see my face, hey bitch

Wear them tight jeans that show your ass crack
My first name gives Vietnam flashbacks
I get drunk and do the same old, same old
Take three girls home and call them Charlies Angels

Funny Man:
What you gonna do after we get signed?

Charlie Scene:
Im gonna lose my mind
Get 30 inch spinners and pimp my ride
Go back in time, be there that night and save 2Pacs life

Then pay my fine for getting caught fucking on the Hollywood sign
I got the game on lock
Ill have a bottle and a Glock with biceps like The Rock
Buy Toms soul back from Rupert Murdoch, hey

Deuce:
And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak
And Ill be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak

Deuce:
Get down, Ill show you how

Funny Man:
Cmon girl, let me show you how
Lets get freaky-deaky now

Deuce:
Get down, Ill show you how

Funny Man:
Cmon girl, let me show you how
Lets get freaky-deaky now

Deuce:
And I can show you how to hump without making love
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak
And Ill be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun
The way you look at me, I can tell that youre a freak
Get down (get down), Ill show you how (Ill show you how)

Funny Man:
If you got beef then you better step up, bitch
Hollywood Undead aint nothing to fuck with

Deuce:
Get down (get down), Ill show you how (Ill show you how)

Charlie Scene:
Ill have a bottle and a Glock with biceps like The Rock
Buy Toms soul back from Rupert Murdock
Bitch! What, motherfucker?