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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 give a fuck 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 a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's to brawl
Fuck haters I see,
I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You punk,
You little disease,
I got H.U. on the front of my arm,
Boulevard,
knuckles 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 to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers know what,
You better watch you say.
From these fucks,
To faggot ass punks,
You don't know it takes,
To get motherfucking truck.

I'm already maybe,
It's a 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 motherfucker and it's day!

(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 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 whole place anyway.

I'm getting used to nuisance,
And all the who bad mouth this 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 died for this music.

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

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

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

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

White boys tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are everything, r-rowdy like a classroom,
of wolves,
'Cause we follow the rules,
And you're running your mouth,
Our razor blades out,
Because its in my mouth except my dick and what I spit,
So my is in my hand when I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, wrap with the drag,
We killed him and then we his body in the Cadillac.

Why you pressin?
You know I'm 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 being in
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 don't give a fuck you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this 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 rock this place anyway.

time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's die, (die) (Undead!)