Hollywood Undead Follow

Undead!
Undead!
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Undead!
Undead!

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

Now I see that mother
F**ker writing on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 deep he's down ta brawl,
F**k all haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,

I see you duck, you little punk,
You little f**king disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
The Boulevard, brass knuckles
In the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillac’s, we never go far,
But when you see us mother f**ker’s,
Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say
To punk asses who hate,
Mother f**ker’s who don't know,
You better watch what you say.

From these industry f**ks,
To these faggot ass punks,
You don't know what it takes,
To get this mother f**king drunk.

I'm already ridin baby,
It’s a little too late,
Johnny’s taking heads off,
of all the faggots who hate,
Cause I'm like God mother f**ker
And there's a price to pay,
Yeah I'm a God, mother f**ker
And it’s judgment day!

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k 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**king 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,
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,
Get pissed and go 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 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
My verse comes out their kid's lips.

That shits 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 we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

White boys with tattoos,
We are pa-pointing right at you,
We are 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,
Because it’s 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 wrap with the drag,
We killed him and then we
Stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Bu...but you already press
And you know I never stress,
With Loki DMS,
J-Johnny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down there at the west,
I grew up by drive-by's and LA gangsta's,

So what the f**k do you
Know about being a gangsta?
What the f**k do you know
About being in danger?
You ain't doing this,
So you know your just talking shit.
Mad at all of us because
Every song is a f**king hit.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
F**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

Mother f**ka time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
I see you duck when we drive by,
(By) (Undead!)
Mother f**ka time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
Won't you punks just die..die..die
(Die) (Undead!)