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Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

You get up out the way,
we'll rise so let's fight today,
You know, I don't a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's today,
You know, I give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock whole place anyway.

Now I see motherfucker writin' on the wall
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's down to
Fuck those I see,
I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You punk,
You fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk Cadillacs- we never go far,
And you see us motherfuckers,
better who we are.

I got one thing to say to asses who hate,
don't know what,
You watch what you say.
From industry fucks,
To faggot ass punks,
You don't what it takes,
To get motherfucking truck.

I'm loud maybe,
a little too late,
Johny's hands up, with all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am the god motherfucker and a price to pay,
Yeah, I am the god motherfucker and it's day!

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll so let's fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
we'll rise so let's fight today,
You know, I don't a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna this whole place anyway.

I'm getting to this nuisance,
And all the who bad mouth this music,
It's fucking and foolish of you to think you can do this,
You cowards can't, never will, even try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I played the bill, I nearly died for music.

You make me run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on bitch,
How you gotta be to believe any of this,
You need to slit your wrist, get and go jump off a bridge,

What? You see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What? You think I got lucky and didn't work for this shit?
Bitch. I've working at this ever since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows to family and friends.

What kind of person gets and deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person my verse comes out of the kid's lips.
shits as worse as it gets.
This is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene on girlfriend's tits.

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's today,
You know, I give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow rise so let's fight today,
You know, I don't give a what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this place anyway.

White with tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are everything, r-rowdy like a classroom,
of wolves,
'Cause we don't the rules,
And when running your mouth,
Our razor blades out,
its nothing in my mouth except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, already wrap the drag,
We killed him and we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always
You I'm never stressing,
With DMS,
to my left,
Got and the rest,
Who are down at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and L.A. signs,

So what the fuck do you know about being a
What the fuck do you know about in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you you're just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because song is a fucking hit.

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll so let's fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you or say,
we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
we'll rise so let's fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you or say,
'Cause we are rock this whole place anyway.

time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you drop we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
Motherfucking to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
you fucker's just die, (die) (Undead!)