Hollywood Undead ☆ Undead(Nightcore Mix)

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

Undead!
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we’ll rise so let’s fight today,
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say,
‘Cuz we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Look up and see that motherfuckin’ writin on the wall,
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he’s down to brawl
Fuck all haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm,
Boulevard,
Brass knuckles in the back of the car,
Cause we drunk-drive Cadillacs, we never go far,
But when you see us motherfuckers,
Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin’ drunk.

I’m already loud maybe,
It’s a little too late,
Johny’s taking heads off, of all faggots who hate,
Cause I’m like god, motherfucker, and there’s a price to pay,
Yeah, I’m the God, motherfucker, and it’s Judgment Day!

Undead!
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we’ll rise so let’s fight today,
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say,
‘Cuz we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

I’m getting used to this nuisance,
Of fags who bad mouth this music,
How fucking 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 paid 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, 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 would 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 let’s fight today,
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say,
‘Cuz we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

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, (AH!)

But your already pressed,
And you know I never stress,
With low key DMS,
J-Johny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down to rep the West,
I grew up by drive-by’s and L.A. gang signs,

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 you’re just talking shit.
Mad at all of us cuz’ every song is a fucking hit.

Undead!
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we’ll rise so let’s fight today,
You know, I don’t give a fuck what you think or say,
‘Cuz we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Undead!
Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) Undead!
I see you duck when we drive by, Undead!
Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) Undead!
Won’t you punks just die? (die)

UNDEAD!
Thanks to Shirtimas_Maximas@hotmail.com for submitting Undead Lyrics.