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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Greg Garman
Drums
Charlie Scene
Vocals
Danny Murillo
Vocals
Funny Man
Vocals
J-Dog
Vocals
Johnny 3 Tears
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
George Ragan
Songwriter
Andrew Migliore
Composer
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Erik Ron
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollywood Undead
Producer
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Migliore
Additional Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
No Love For The Middle Child
Co-Producer
Erik Ron
Co-Producer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Jordon Terrell, Jorel Decker, George Ragan, Daniel Murillo, Dylan Alvarez, Erik Ron, Andrew Migliore
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