Hollywood Undead - Wild In These Streets

Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that can reach 5150 when 50 bodies go missing Off the Vincent Thomas Bridge, and ain't no one of 'em swimming Yeah, the Coast Guard wants my kilos, so I re-up then I reload 'Cause the label wants to freeload off my singles, I need C-notes So I swab them fucking decks, break an O-Z, break your neck I'll break every fucking bone in your body, missing body, bitch, who's next? It's Undead and the rest, Johnny cashing checks This is Hollywood, welcome to The West What you give is what you get And what you see is what it is And what it is, is what it's been It's me against the world, yeah, fuck your friends Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that can reach King Kong, steamroll these motherfuckers, ah Since a child, was a freak, vile when I speak Wiping out they squad, then I smile when I sleep Let the Caddy warm up, Caddy corner Trunk box bumping, breaking glass on the block Hot trouble, I can see the muzzle flash in my thoughts The boulevard is paved in blood, flooded with pain and drugs Haunted by tainted love, come in and aim on us Get 'em in they hometown, acting like some hoes now What you give is what you get And what you see is what it is And what it is, is what it's been It's me against the world, yeah, fuck your friends Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that can reach Gravestones and bass tones, the raves in the catacombs Paris, hit the plug with no prints on the pay phone Dig up their bones and let 'em know I ain't the one to fuck with, high-key and low But I got a long way to go, the bell tolls now I was born deep in hell, so I'm a hellhound You wanna live forever? Fight death and his curse? And if it's kill or be killed, you best be driving that hearse Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that can reach Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Demons in my head, they get loud when they speak Wild in these streets, wild in these streets Lifted on a frequency, ain't no dial that can reach I'll let the nine break the silence, get used to hearing 'em sirens Bitches get fed to the lions, gone with the wind like the Mayans Not here to make no alliance, I'm just addicted to violence Just here to give you some guidance and choke from this noose as it tightens Why? There ain't no killing what won't die And I got this feeling you won't try Make sure you see me with both eyes 'Cause I'm the last thing you'll see, so goodnight