Hollywood Undead

Hollywood Undead - Undead lyrics

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Undead!

Undead!

Undead!

Undead!

Undead!

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And I don't give a

F**k what you think or 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 I don't give a

F**k what you think or say,

Cause we are gonna rock

This whole place anyway.

(Undead!)

Now when you see the mother

F**ken writing on the wall

When you see, J-3-T, 30 D bra,

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 Cadillacs, we never go far,

but when you see us mother f**kers,

Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say

To punk asses who hate,

Mother f**ker who don't know what,

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**ker drunk.

I'm already loud maybe,

It a little too late,

Johnny taking heads off,

of all the faggots who hate,

Cause I am good mother f**ker

And there's a price to pay,

Get out my gun, mother f**ker

And it judgment day!

(Undead!)

You better get up out the way,

Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,

And I don't give a

F**k what you think or 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 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,

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 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.

(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 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 nothing in my life

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 f**king 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 the boys 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**king time to ride,

(Ride) (Undead!)

See you duck when we drive by,

(By) (Undead!)

Mother f**king time to ride,

(Ride) (Undead!)

Watch you f**ker's just die,

(Die) (Undead!)

Thanks to Dino for these lyrics

Thanks to Pain Addic for these lyrics

Thanks to Jigsaw for these lyrics

Thanks to Dillon for these lyrics

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