Streets of gold
Song of the day;; → Hollywood Undead - Dead Bite Goodnight, sleep tight Don't let the dead bite Johnny 3 and he's dipping in the four door 44 and it's pointing at your window Ain't a good shot, here come four more Getting hot so I play in the snow In a town made wicked, made from wicked things See the dead on the cover of a magazine See my smile, it was born from amphetamines Better duck 'cause it's war on my enemies Oh god, I think I lost it, oh no Lost some and wanna watch the rest go A mad man when I'm mixed with Soco Who would've thought a man could sink so low? Now, who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty? Putting holes in the hotel lobby All you fake bitches are just another hobby And I'll let you dig where I dump your body What would you do if I told you I hate you? What would you do if your life's on the line? What would you say if I told you I hate you? I've got something tha