Undead - Live Songtext - Hollywood Undead

Undead - Live - Hollywood Undead

[Intro]
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

[Hook: Deuce]
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 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 fuck what you think and say
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway

[ Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears]
Look up and see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 Deep, he's down to brawl
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. tatted on the front of my arms
Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we never go far
And 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 but 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 motherfucker 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 like God motherfucker and there's a price to pay
Yeah, I'm like God motherfucker and its judgment day

[Hook: Deuce]

[ Verse 2: Charlie Scene]
I'm getting used to this nuisance
And all the fags who bad mouth this music
It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this
You cowards can't, 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 would diss a band who 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

[Hook: Deuce]

[Verse 3: J-Dog]
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 its 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 (w)rap with the drag
We killed him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac
Why you always pressin?
You know I'm never stressing
With fucking DMS
J-Johny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest
Who are down there at the west
I grew up on 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 because every song is a fucking hit

[Hook: Deuce]

[Outro: Johnny 3 Tears]
Motherfucker time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you drop when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
Watch you fucker's just die, (die) (Undead!)


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