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Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
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,
we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

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

Now I see that writin' on the wall
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, down to brawl
those haters I see,
Cause I hate you breathe,
I see you duck,
You punk,
You little disease,
I got H.U. on the front of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive we never go far,
And you see us motherfuckers,
know who we are.

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

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

(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,
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 you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this place anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

White with tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are breaking everything, like a classroom,
of wolves,
'Cause we don't the rules,
And when you're running mouth,
Our razor come out,
Because its nothing in my mouth 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 then we his body in the Cadillac.

Why you pressin?
You know I'm stressing,
fucking DMS,
to my left,
Got and the rest,
Who are there at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and L.A. signs,

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

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

Motherfucking to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
Watch you just die, (die) (Undead!)