When the streets grow cold and my sight turns red
Got the pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody said
Yeah, somebody’s buried, yeah, somebody’s dead
We found my White Wolf stashed in my white ball cap
Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy’s flat black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil hanging out the back
Now you’re just a story on the cemetery track
We lock, and we load, we rock, and we roll
We cock, and we go, it’s the Undead show
You know I mean what I say, better drop when we spray
It’s too late to pray on Judgment Day
Hear those bells? It’s the end of your life
Someone’s gotta live and someone’s gotta die
Here comes hell, it’s redemption, right?
Now you’re just a ghost on a cold, blind night

Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the sht goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Roll up in the spot like a live grenade
And every day we celebrate like a pimp parade
Swimming in liquor till the end of my days
Rolling with Funny Man in a cloud of haze
Who would’ve knew I turn the trees blue?
You’re sitting on the internet like “is this sht true?”
And I don’t give a fck about your bad review
Till I pop out the screen with a big “fk you!”
Then hop in the backseat and get to the blasting
Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood casting
Except this sht is real, not acting
We’re still murdering so thanks for asking
Too damn smart to get caught up in legalities
Blow you off-stage, just another fatality
And, sir, you don’t know that we lack morality?
“Fck, suck, dck, lick, man, we nasty”

Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the sht goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

Semi-automatic words you heard to spray the masses
Gas is lit, quick, spark on the matchstick
The class is classic, lyrical backflips
Got you btches begging for the backstage passes
Rolling with the bosses, causing havoc
I’m just filling in because they’re never gonna have it
So sad, you sad, btch, so glad you have this
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac sht
Get your cardiac kit, where’s the party at, trick?
Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip
Got the room loud in the valley
All eyes on me, you can call me Makaveli
We don’t give a fck, we never did
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, that’s how we live
Believe me when we do it, yeah, we fcking do it big
And if we show you how to win, we do it for the kids

Ride, slide, dipping low
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
Ride, slide, smoke control
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes
What you gonna do when the sht goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your hometown
‘Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes

You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon to rise
You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon to rise
Just let the bad moon do it
Bad moon do it
Bad moon do it
You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon to rise

[Verse 2]
So take my hand now
I welcome you to my bad dream
Up in the clouds now
That bad moon comes, and it grabs me
I see the city below
The city is my soul
And when it takes to control
It’s got me thinking these bad things
So let’s not talk about it
I know the deal’s done
There ain’t no getting ‘round this
Your ship is sinking
Get to your knees and pray
Blue skies, they turn to grey
Black sunsets in your eyes
Am I dreaming?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anyone home?
Hope you’re awake for the nightmare
Hope you stay for the show

You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon to rise
You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon to rise
Just let the bad moon do it
Bad moon do it
Bad moon do it
You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon tonight

[Verse 3]
Blacked out streets, looking like a wolf
Bad moon up, need to check my pulse
Creep in the woods, and I got you shook
Eyes locked in, gonna get you hooked
No look past, coming up real fast
Sip on the flask, and I hit that gas
No time to crash, gotta make it last
Wake up inside in a cool black mask
Got gold fangs, I’m with my kin
No silver chain, it burns my skin
Hitting those threes, I was born to win
Pop from the trees, and I give you a grin
Check out the hair that grows on my skin
That’s just the beast calling within
Blood stains on my fresh white Nikes
Oh my God, what the fk did I do last night?

You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon to rise
You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon to rise
Just let the bad moon do it
Bad moon do it
Bad moon do it
You know how it is!
When you’re just waiting on that bad
Bad moon tonight