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Hollywood Undead - Comin’ Thru The Stereo feat. Hyro The Hero (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Ragan
George Ragan
Vocals
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Vocals
Hollywood Undead
Hollywood Undead
Performer
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Vocals
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Vocals
Hyro the Hero
Hyro the Hero
Vocals
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Ragan
George Ragan
Composer
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Composer
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Composer
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Composer
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Composer
Hyron Fenton Jr.
Hyron Fenton Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Scene
Charlie Scene
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Recording Engineer
Matt Good
Matt Good
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I am in my own lane, you and me are not the same You're a pain in the ass, I'm a major pain to the brain In my old age, I'll be pimping with my cane Big gold rope chain, flossing in the hall of fame Yeah, I wanna be the G.O.A.T., better be cautious, don't approach Something like a magic show, all this fire in my throat, ha No Barnum & Bailey, but I am crazy, I got two sides like Slim Shady If you fuck around, then it's rock-a-bye baby, I'm amazing Prepared for any occasion, ready for any situation I comes out with guns blazing I'm chilling, I ain't chasing, complex, never basic That sound in the background is me in my spaceship I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Turn off the television, turn up the stereo We've got some dead motherfuckers, Hyro on the radio And I ain't here to cash a check, ain't no ice on my neck I'm here collecting bodies, everybody hit the fucking deck I'll crack a head and crack a smile, what the fuck? It's been a while Dead man walking, what's another fucking mile? Talk that shit, but cop the style, check me out, check the file A perfect ten on that dial, all you bitches in denial I'll keep digging graves 'cause that's just what I do Got some Jack, feeling brave, yes, that's a 100 proof You're dropping bombs, I'm dropping nukes, and I'm probably dropping two And if you're fucking breathing dirt, this song's about you I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Someone here is gonna have to let you know This is my time, and it's etched in stone If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul I'm the ghost inside of your stereo Someone here is gonna have to let you know This is my time, and it's etched in stone If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul I'm the ghost inside of your stereo I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo
Writer(s): Jorel Decker, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, George Arthur Ragan, Hyron Fenton, Daniel Murillo, Dylan Peter Alvarez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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