Song of the day;; → Hollywood Undead - Heart of a Champion Mic check, yo, man, fuck you I got some coke in my sock and a couple rocks too I got a bottle full of Ketel, drunk pedal to the metal Got some beef, I gotta settle, but you gotta check the debt, oh They don't like me? I make the music I want to These demons fucking need us, man, worse than their heartbeat They’re digging up my grave, but these bitches gotta pay And the price of admission, it ain't ever gonna change It'll end when I say it ’cause you're wet when I spray it And the more you fucking hate us, well, the more you'll fucking play it, bitch I'm crossing out names And no one is safe I'll leave a rose on your grave It's the dove and grenade I'm asshole-minded mentally, slaughtering all my enemies I'm murdering recklessly, bitch, these streets ain’t no Sesame And now you’re maxing my felony list, I'm not wasting energy I’m the semin