Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
Now I see that mother
f*cking writing on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 Deep is down to brawl,
f*ck all haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck, you little punk,
You little f*cking disease,
I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my arm,
The Boulevard, brass knuckles
In the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we never go far,
And when you see us mother f*ckers,
Better know who we are.
I got one thing to say
To punk asses who hate,
Mother f*ckers who don’t know,
You better watch what you say.
From these industry f*cks,
To these faggot ass punks,
You don’t know what it takes,
To get this mother f*cking drunk.
I’m already loud maybe,
Its a little too late,
Johnnys taking heads off,
of all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am god mother f*cker
And there’s a price to pay,
Get out my gun, mother f*cker
And its judgment day!
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
I’m getting used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad mouth this music,
How f*cking 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,
Your 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,
What? You can’t see the
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 played a million empty shows
To only family and friends.
What kind of person can
dis a band that deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when
That shits as worse as it gets.
Signed Charlie Scene
On your girlfriend’s tits.
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
White boys with tattoos,
We are pointing right at you,
We are breaking everything,
R-rowdy like a classroom, panic rules,
Cause we don’t follow the rules,
And when you’re running your mouth,
Our razor blades come out,
Because its nothing in my mouth
Except my dick and what I spit,
So my dick is in my hand when
I respond to faggots talking shit,
Speaking of fags,
Already rap with the drag,
We killed him and then we
Stuffed his body in the Cadillac.
Why you always pressing?
You know I’m never stressing,
With f*cking DMS,
J-Johnny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down there at the west,
A grew up by drive-by’s and LA gangsta’s,
So what the f*ck do you
Know about being a gangsta?
What the f*ck do you know
About being in danger?
You ain’t doing this,
So you know your just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because
Every song is a f*cking hit.
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today,
And no, I don’t give a
f*ck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
Mother f*cking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
See you duck when we drive by,
(By) (Undead!)
Mother f*cking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
Watch you f*cker’s just die,
(Die) (Undead!)