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lirik lagu undead – hollywood undead


undead! (undead)
undead! (undead)
undead! (undead)
undead! (undead)
undead!

[deuce or danny:]
you better get up out the way,
tomorrow we’ll rise so let’s fight today,
you know, i don’t give a f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll 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 f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll rock this whole place anyway.

[johnny 3 tears:]
look up see that motherf*ckin’ writin’ on the wall
when you see, j-3-t, thirty deep, he’s 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 arms,
boulevard, br*ss knuckles in the back of the car,
cause we drunk drive cadillacs, we never go far,
but when you see us motherf*ckers, better know who we are

i got one thing to say to punk *sses who hate,
motherf*ckers don’t know what,
you better watch what you say.
from these industry f*cks,
to these f*ggot *ss punks,
you don’t know what it takes,
to get this motherf*ckin’ drunk.

i’m already loud maybe, it’s a little too late,
johnny’s taking heads off of all f*ggots who hate,
cause i’m a god motherf*cker and there’s a price to pay,
yeah, i’m a god motherf*cker and it’s judgment day!

(undead!)
[deuce or danny:]
you better get up out the way,
tomorrow we’ll rise so let’s fight today,
you know, i don’t give a f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll 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 f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll rock this whole place anyway.

[charlie scene:]
i’m getting used to this nuisance, and f*gs who bad mouth this music,
how f*ckin’ 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 sh*t,
your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this b*tch,
how ignorant you gotta be to believe any of this,
you need to slit your wrist, get p*ssed 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 sh*t?
b*tch 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 would dis a band that deserves to get big?
i’d hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the kid’s lips.
that sh*ts as worse as it gets.
this verse is over, i quit.
signed charlie scene on your girlfriend’s t*ts.

(undead!)
[deuce or danny:]
you better get up out the way,
tomorrow we’ll rise so let’s fight today,
you know, i don’t give a f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll 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 f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll rock this whole place anyway.

[j dog:]
white boys with tattoos,
po-pointing right at you,
we’re breaking everything, r-rowdy like a cl*ssroom,
pack of wolves,
’cause we don’t follow the rules,
and when you’re running your mouth,
our razor blades come out,

why you always pressin?
you know i’m never stressin,
with f*cking dms,
j-johnny to my left,
got phantom and the rest,
who are down to rep the west,
i grew up on by drive by’s and la gang signs,

so what the f*ck you know about being a gangsta?
what the f*ck you know about being in danger?
you ain’t doing this, so you know you’re just talking sh*t.
mad at all of us… cause every song is a f*ckin’ hit

(undead!)
[deuce or danny:]
you better get up out the way,
tomorrow we’ll rise so let’s fight today,
you know, i don’t give a f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll rock this whole place anyway.

(undead!)
you better get up out the way,
tomorrow rise so let’s fight today,
you know, i don’t give a f*ck what you think or say,
’cause we’ll rock this whole place anyway.

(undead!)
[johnny 3 tears:]
motha’f*cka’ time to ride, (ride,) (undead!)
see you duck when we drive by, (undead!)
motha’f*cka’ time to ride, (ride,) (undead!)
won’t you punks just die, (die) (undead!)


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