Trap God | ||
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Length: | 2:43 | |
Released: | March 1, 2023 | |
Writers: | Charlie Scene, Danny, Fudd Rukus, Funny Man, J-Dog, Johnny 3 Tears | |
Producer: | No Love for the Middle Child | |
Key: | G♯/A♭ major | |
Tempo: | 145 BPM | |
Album: | Hotel Kalifornia | |
Last single: | City of the Dead | |
Next single: | Evil |
Trap God is the fourth single from the band's eighth studio album, Hotel Kalifornia.
Background[]
Johnny 3 Tears talks about the track:
"Trap God details the band's early days pre-record label fighting financial setbacks while growing weed in a dirty North Hollywood garage just to make ends meet."
Official Lyrics[]
Danny: (Down)
Funny Man: Yeah
Danny: (Till it’s raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground)
Funny Man: Smoke 'em if you got 'em, motherfuckers
Undead gang, gang, gang
Danny: (Till it’s raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground)
Funny Man: Now go tell everybody that hate us, yeah
Johnny 3 Tears: I got these fucking habits, if it's green, just let me have it
Watch 'em run, jackrabbits, .44, just let me pack it
Got that dove and that grenade, renegades of the game
Check your pulse, motherfucker, no, we are not the same
'Cause we can chop chop all that white up in the chop shop
Dumping out the drop top, got these bitches jumping, hopscotch
Trap gods, and we got everything you'll ever need
That's 818, that's 310, 405, that's 323
Danny and J-Dog: Burn it down
Danny: Till it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground
J-Dog: (Let it burn, bitch, to the ground)
Danny and J-Dog: Till it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground
J-Dog: Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, light ‘em up, I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, light ‘em up, I'm a real trap god
Funny Man: It's going down like Skynyrd’s plane, in a pain
It's painted black, this ain't a act to entertain
Category six, love is disastrous (Fucking bitch!)
Pouring gasoline, light up the matches
Question everything, don't trust a smile (No no no!)
This is FM radio, don't touch that fucking dial
Danny and J-Dog: Burn it down
Danny Till it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground
J-Dog: (Let it burn, bitch, to the ground)
Danny and J-Dog: Till it's raining embers and ashes fall down to the ground
J-Dog: Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, light ‘em up, I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
I'm a real trap god
Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, light ‘em up, I'm a real trap god
Charlie Scene: So re-up and blast off 'cause we never act soft
Get beat up and slap-boxed 'cause I'll break that ass off
Yeah, we keep this block hot, so run when we pop shots
We heat up this hotbox and pray to the trap gods
J-Dog: Like a real rockstar (Yeah!)
I'm a real trap god
Danny: (Trap god)
J-Dog: Like a real rockstar
Burn it down, light ‘em up, I'm a real trap god
Danny: (Trap god)
J-Dog: Like a real rockstar
Funny Man: (Oh!)
J-Dog: I'm a real trap god
Danny: (Trap god)
J-Dog: Like a real rockstar
Danny and J-Dog: Burn it down, light ‘em up, I'm a real trap god
Personnel[]
- Hollywood Undead
- Charlie Scene - vocals
- Danny - vocals
- Funny Man - vocals
- J-Dog - vocals
- Johnny 3 Tears - vocals
- Other
- Anthony Reeder - engineering
- Chris Athens - mastering
- Greg Garman - drums
- Jeff Huskins - mixing for Dolby Atmos
- No Love for the Middle Child - production
- Zakk Cervini - mixing