Undead! Undead!
Undead! Undead!
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
Now I see that motherfuckin’ writing on the wall
When you see J3T, thirty D piece start a brawl
Fuck all haters I see, ‘cuz I hate that you breathe
I see you duck, you little punk, you little fuckin’ disease
I got H-U tatt’ed on the front of my arm
The Boulevard brass knuckles in the back of the car
‘Cuz we drunk drive Cadillacs, we never got far
And when you see us, motherfuckers, better know who we are
I got one thing to say to punk-asses who hate
Motherfuckers don’t know, but you better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these fag-ass punks
You don’t know what it takes to get this motherfuckin’ truck
I’m already loud, maybe it’s a little too late
Johnny’s taking heads off of all faggots who hate
‘Cuz I’m a god, motherfucker, there’s a price to pay
And I’m a god, motherfucker, and it’s Judgment Day!
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
I’m gettin’ used to this nuisance of fags who bad-mouth this music
How fuckin’ stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this
You cowards can’t, you never will, don’t even try to pursue it
I took the chance, I played the bill, I nearly died for this music
You make me wanna run around, pullin’ my guns out and shit
You’re tempting me to run my mouth and call you out on this, b*tch
How ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this?
You need to slit your wrists, get pissed, then go jump off a bridge
What kind of person can dis a band that deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kid’s lips
That shit’s as worse as it gets, this verse is over, I quit
Signed Charlie Scene…on your girlfriend’s tits!
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
White boys with tattoos, we’re pointin’ right at you
We’re breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom
Panic overrules, ‘cuz we don’t follow the rules
And when you’re running your mouth, our razor-blades come out
But why you always pressing? You know I’ve never stressed it
With fuckin’ DMS, J-Johnny to my left and
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-by’s and LA gang-signs
So what the fuck you know about bein’ a gangster?
What the fuck you know about bein’ in danger?
You ain’t doin’ this, so you know you just talkin’ shit
Mad at all of us, ‘cuz every song is a fuckin’ hit!
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
Undead! You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we’ll rise, so let’s fight today
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say
‘Cuz we gon’ rock this whole place anyway
Undead! Motherfuckin’ time to ride, ride!
Undead! See you duck when we drive by!
Undead! Motherfuckin’ time to ride, ride!
Undead! Watch you fuckers just die, die!
Undead!
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