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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 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,
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 whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, down to brawl
Fuck those I see,
Cause I 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,
better who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk who hate,
Motherfuckers know what,
You better watch you say.
From industry fucks,
To faggot ass punks,
You don't what it takes,
To get this 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 motherfucker and there's a 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 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 rock this whole place anyway.

I'm getting 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 can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I played the bill, I died for this music.

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

What kind of person disembanded and deserves to get big?
I hate to be person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips.
That as worse 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 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 let's today,
You know, I don't give a what 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 don't the rules,
And when you're your mouth,
Our razor blades out,
Because its nothing in my mouth my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when I respond to faggots shit,
Speaking of fags, wrap with the drag,
We killed him and we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always
You I'm never stressing,
With DMS,
to my left,
Got and the rest,
Who are there at the west,
A up by drive-by's and L.A. gang signs,

So what the fuck do you know about being a
What the fuck do you know about in danger?
You ain't this, so you know you're just talking 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,
'Cause we are gonna rock whole place anyway.
(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 this whole place anyway.

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