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Undead (5x)

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)
(2x)

Now I see that mother
Fucker writing on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 D bra,
Fuck those haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,

I see you duck, you little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tattooed on the front of my arm,
Boulevard, brass knuckles
In the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillac's, we never go far,
And when you see us mother fucker's,
Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say
To punk asses who hate,
Mother fucker's who don't know what,
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 mother fucking truck

I'm already loud maybe,
It's a little too late,
Johnny's taking hands up,
With all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am good mother fucker
And there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I am a good mother fucker
And it's judgment day!

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.
(Undead!)

kertosäe:
(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck 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,
It's fucking stupid and foolish
Of you to think you can do this,
Your lyrics never came, never will,
Don't even try to pursue it.
I took the chance, I played the pill,
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,
I heard the reason you got
To beater 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 gets
Disembanded and deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when
My verse comes out of the kid's lips.

That shits as worse as it gets.
This verse is over, I quit.
Signed Charlie Scene
On your girlfriend's tits.

kertosäe (2x)

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 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.

Why you always pressing?
You know I'm never stressing,
With fucking 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 fuck do you
Know about being a gangsta?
What the fuck 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 fucking hit.

kertosäe (2x)

Mother fucking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
See you drop when we drive by,
(By) (Undead!)
Mother fucking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's just die,
(Die) (Undead!