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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 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,
'Cause we are rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see that writin' on the wall
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's to brawl
Fuck those I see,
I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You punk,
You fucking disease,
I got H.U. on the front of my arm,
Boulevard,
knuckles in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs- we go far,
And you see us motherfuckers,
know who we are.

I got one thing to say to 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 this truck.

I'm loud maybe,
It's a too late,
Johny's taking 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 fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you 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 this place anyway.

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

You make me wanna run around, pulling my 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 your wrist, get pissed and go off a bridge,

What? You can't see the sarcasm in the 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 played a million empty shows to family and friends.

kind of person gets disembanded and deserves to get big?
I hate to be person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips.
shits as worse as it gets.
This is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene on your 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,
'Cause we are gonna rock 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 you think or say,
'Cause we are rock this whole place anyway.

White with 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 razor blades out,
Because its in my mouth except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when I respond to faggots shit,
Speaking of fags, already wrap the drag,
We killed him and we stuffed 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 about being a gangsta?
the fuck do you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because every song is a hit.

(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.
(Undead!)

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

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