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Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

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

(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,
we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherfucker on the wall
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's to brawl
Fuck 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 to say to punk asses who hate,
don't know what,
You watch what you say.
From these fucks,
To faggot ass punks,
You don't know it takes,
To get motherfucking truck.

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

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

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

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

You me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit,
tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch,
How you gotta be to believe any of this,
You need to slit wrist, get pissed 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 been working at this since I was a kid,
I played a million shows to only family and friends.

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

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow rise so let's fight today,
You know, I give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna this whole 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 boys 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 blades come out,
Because its nothing in my mouth my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when I respond to talking shit,
Speaking of fags, already with the drag,
We killed him and we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always
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 fuck do you know being a gangsta?
What the fuck do you know about being in
You ain't doing this, so you you're just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because every 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 what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock 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 what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna this whole place anyway.

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