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Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

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

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

I got one thing to say to punk who hate,
don't know what,
You watch what you say.
From these fucks,
To these 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 motherfucker and a price to pay,
Yeah, I am the god and it's judgment day!

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

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

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

What? You see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
What? You think I just got lucky and work for this shit?
Bitch. I've been working at this since I was a kid,
I played a million empty shows to only 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.
That shits as as it gets.
This is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene on your tits.

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow rise 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,
Tomorrow we'll 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.

White boys tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are breaking everything, r-rowdy a classroom,
of wolves,
'Cause we follow the rules,
And when you're running mouth,
Our blades come out,
Because its nothing in my mouth except my and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, already with the drag,
We killed him and we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

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

(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 place anyway.
(Undead!)

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

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