Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today, And no, I don't give a More

Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway. Now I 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 HU 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 motherfucking drunk. I'm already loud maybe, It's a little too late, Johnny's taking heads off of all faggots who hate, Cause I'm a god motherfucker, there's a price to pay, Yeah, I'm a god motherfucker and it's judgement day! (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we're gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way <b>...</b>
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