Hollywood Undead

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Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
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.
(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.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty 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 arm,
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 who 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 truck.

I'm already loud maybe,
It?s a little too late,
Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate,
Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!

(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.
(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.

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.

(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.
(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.

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 wrap 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,
A grew up by drive-by's and L.A gangsta's,

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 the boys because every song is a fucking hit.

(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.
(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.

Motherfucking 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!)

Tha Producer:

Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin with the cleanest feel

Shorties / Homies / Hollywood, / Moscow, / Shake that ass like you care wave your hands in the air

[Chorus]

I go no / no / no / when I see j-dog , Darth, The sun god they keep it hard.

We move slow / slow / slow / shorty get that ass on the dance floor / Ashley k come give me more

ohhhh

hooooo

Black shirts / Honda civs / My Space / Gangstas don't know howda act, killa tat, dancin to the fattest tracks

Wood ranch / Hooligans / Jeffree Star / niggaz in shit ally show me where you at, beauty bar we gettin fat!

J-dog:

J-dog, just broke up with my girl, so from now on you see me at
club world, Moscow, 82, beat it beat it through ya skull in the
back of shit alley. get ready for me to grab your drink and show
you my grand finale. Been accused of being a scene kid but I get
pussy as is. Cause your girl just myspaced me, I blew off a date
with Jeffery. To chill with her, to drink with her, to flow with
her so I can fuck her! I light the dance floor on fire, 82 isnt
over you fucking Liar(tonites the last night!) !Will someone please delete Ricky's (terror)
myspace account don’t let me find out, who took EvanThomas750's out, cause Ill knock you the fuck out. Drinkin
40's with the Frauds, on the phone with my mom, cause I cant pay
my rent, money was lent. Messaging my wife (myspace wife) getting
drunker than life and Im on the dance floor but I always want more
Fuck the pain away make it through the day
Fuck the pain away make it through the day
Fuck the pain away make it through the day
Fuck the pain away make it through the day
Fuck the pain away make it through the day
Fuck the pain away make it through the day
Fuck the pain away make it through the day
Fuck the pain away make it through the day

Lyrics to The Loss :
(Verse1)
Johnny3tears:

Sick with myself, but I've got no one else,
so I give it to myself it's the only thing that helps
it's the same thing this pain thing that keeps me from sleeping
and screaming that god I must be motha fucking dreaming
and I can rest in peace and at least cease to be
cease to see those things in me that make me wanna cease to breath
and ceased to need and ceased to feed, sickness that's in me
this is all that I can be, I can't breath as I bleed

(Chorus)
Tha Producer:

I don't know why I cut myself, god, give me a sign or help
I wont cry it'll be fine, I'll take my last breath
push it out my chest till theres nothing left

I know that my minds near the end, god, I hurt myself and fell
I wont cry it'll be fine, I'll take my last breath
push it out my chest till theres nothing left

(verse2)
J-Dog:

Have you ever met a living legend, just a real friend who planned his
end and where do I began you said it was pretend. And when the bullet
went through it took more then just you, it took two it was you it was
me and suddenly...... How can someone say they're helpless and then they act so
selfish. You put me through hell with this so fuck you lets just end
this. And what about our friendship and what you did was senseless. You
thought you found an exit. Like I said lets end this

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Tha Producer:

I just wanna say good bye, Disappear with no one knowing
I don't wanna live this lie, smiling to the world unknowing
I don't want you to try, you've done enough to keep me going
I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine for the very last time

(Chorus)