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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 you think 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,
we are gonna 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 haters I see,
Cause I hate you breathe,
I see you duck,
You punk,
You little disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass knuckles in the of the car,
Cause we drunk drive we never go far,
And you see us motherfuckers,
know who we are.

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

I'm already maybe,
a little too late,
Johny's taking hands up, with all the who hate,
Cause I am the god motherfucker and 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 let's 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 don't give a what you think or say,
'Cause we are gonna rock whole place anyway.

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

You make me wanna run around, 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 and go jump off a bridge,

What? You can't see the in the verses I spit?
What? You I just got lucky and didn't 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 gets disembanded and to get big?
I hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the lips.
That as worse as it gets.
verse is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie on your 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 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 whole anyway.

White with tattoos,
We are pointing at you,
We are everything, r-rowdy like a classroom,
of wolves,
'Cause we don't the rules,
And when running your mouth,
Our razor come out,
Because its nothing in my mouth my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when I to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags, already wrap the drag,
We him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always
You know I'm 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?
What the fuck do you know about being in
You ain't doing this, so you 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 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,
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.

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