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 and say
'Cause we are gonna 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 and say
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway

Look up and see
That motherfucking writing on the wall
When you see J3T
Thirty deep he's down to brawl
Fuck the haters I see
'Cause I hate that you breathe
I see you duck you little punk
You little fucking disease
I got HU tattooed
On the front of my arms
The boulevard brass knuckles
In the back of the car
'Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs
We never go far
But 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 faggot ass punks
You don't know what it takes
To get this motherfucker drunk
I'm already
Run baby, it's a little too late
Johnny's taking heads
Off of all faggots who hate
'Cause I'm a God
Motherfucker there's a price to pay
Yeah 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 and say
'Cause we are gonna 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 and say
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway

I'm getting used to this nuisance
Of fags who badmouth this music
How fucking 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 payed the bill
I nearly died for this music
You make me wanna run around
Pulling my guns out and shit
You're tempting me to run my mouth
And call you out on this bitch
How ignorant you gotta be
To believe any of this?
You need to slit your wrist
Get pissed and jump off a bridge?
What, you can't see the sarcasm
In the verses I spit?
What, you think I just got lucky
And didn't work for this shit?
Bitch I've been working at this
Ever since I was a kid
I've played a million empty shows
For only family and friends
What kind of person would diss a band
That deserves to get big?
I'd 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 and say
'Cause we are gonna 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 and say
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway

White boys with tattoos
Po-pointing right at you
We're breaking everything
R-rowdy like a classroom
Pack of wolves
'Cause 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'm never stressing
With Loki DMS
J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest
Who are down to rep the west
I grew up by drive-by's
And LA gang signs
So what the fuck you know about
Being a gangsta?
What the fuck you know about
Being in danger?
You ain't doing this
So you know you're just talking shit
Mad at all of us
'Cause every song is a fucking 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 and say
'Cause we are gonna 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 and say
'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway

Motherfucking time to ride, ride! (Undead!)
See you duck when we drive by! (Undead!)
Motherfucking time to ride, ride! (Undead!)
Won't you punks just die, die, die? (Undead!)

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