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

Now I see that writin' on the wall
you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's to brawl
those haters I see,
Cause I hate you breathe,
I see you duck,
You punk,
You fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass 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 thing to say to asses who hate,
Motherfuckers don't what,
You better what you say.
these industry fucks,
To faggot ass punks,
You don't what it takes,
To get this truck.

I'm loud maybe,
a little 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 motherfucker and judgment day!

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

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

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

You make me 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 need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go 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 ever since I was a kid,
I a million empty shows to only family and friends.

kind of person gets 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 Scene on your girlfriend's tits.

(Undead!)
You get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so fight today,
You know, I don't give a 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,
we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

White with tattoos,
We are right at you,
We are breaking everything, like a classroom,
of wolves,
'Cause we follow the rules,
And you're running 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,
of fags, already wrap with 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 there at the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and L.A. signs,

So what the fuck do you know about a gangsta?
What the fuck do you about being in danger?
You doing 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,
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.
(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.

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