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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 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,
we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see motherfucker writin' on the wall
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's 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,
Brass knuckles in the of the car,
Cause we drunk drive we never go far,
And you see us motherfuckers,
better who we are.

I got one thing to say to asses who hate,
Motherfuckers know what,
You better what you say.
From these fucks,
To these ass punks,
You don't know it takes,
To get this truck.

I'm already maybe,
It's a too late,
Johny's taking up, with all the faggots 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 fuck you think or say,
'Cause we are 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 rock this whole anyway.

I'm used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad this music,
It's fucking stupid and of you to think you can do this,
You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to it.
I took the chance, I played the bill, I died 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 your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge,

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

What kind of person disembanded and deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when my verse out of the kid's lips.
shits as worse as it gets.
This is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene on girlfriend's 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 rise so let's fight today,
You know, I don't give a what you think or say,
we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

White with tattoos,
We are right at you,
We are everything, r-rowdy like a classroom,
of wolves,
'Cause we follow the rules,
And when you're your mouth,
Our blades come out,
Because its in my mouth except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my when I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, wrap 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 up by drive-by's and L.A. gang signs,

So what the fuck do you know 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 because 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 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 rise so fight today,
You know, I give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole anyway.

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