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 Song of the day;;

→ Hollywood Undead - Ghost Out


Yeah, yeah


Way back when, I remember back then

I had a couple dollars but I really needed ten

I started plotting and scheming, grinding, bleeding

I ain't fucking dying, you can bank on it, believe it

Yeah, born at the bottom, but I'm dying at the top

And I don't give a fuck how many fucking bodies have to drop

911, yeah, someone call the cops

'Cause this motherfucker here ain't never gonna stop


Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I'm dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out

Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I'm dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out


Looking through the peephole, I'm seeing dead people

I'm stuck full of needles like a fucking Saw sequel

I'm praying at the steeple, I'm never going legal

I got a room where my weed grow, it's bigger than my ego

Hit me with the C-Note, I'll fuck you like I'm Cee-Lo

Cooking in the kitchen, whip-whipping it to Devo

Take a hit real slow, re-up and reload

99 lives, bitch, I got the cheat code


Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I'm dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out

Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out


I'm not lucky or blessed, I put hungry to test

And every dollar I made, it needed a bulletproof vest

I just wanna know why you throwin' salt on my game

'Cause I ain't come from shit and I created my lane

The pain is just part of my daily success

And now I'm the plug, lock me up, I confess

I'm the Ouija board sitting on the back of the shelf

But when I turn into the goat, I sacrifice myself


He'll be more famous dead than alive


Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I'm dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out

Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I'm dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out

Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I'm dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out

Everything I touch turns to gold now

I'm the dope man, so I'm dope now

You can call me, I never sold out

I just need to make a mil' before I ghost out

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