Lyrics:

Undead, Undead, Undead, Undead

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so lets fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run this whole place anyway.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so lets fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run this whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherfucker
writing on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 D, beats down a bra,
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. tatt'ed 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 mother fuckers, better know who we are.

I got one thing to say
To punk asses who hate,
Mother fuckers 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 mother fucking truck.

I'm already loud maybe,
Its a little too late,
Johnnys taking heads off,
Of all the faggots who hate,
'Cause I am good mother fucker
There's a price to pay,
Get out my gun, mother fucker
And its judgment day!

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so lets fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run this whole place anyway.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run 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 played 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 can
dis a band that deserves to get big?
I hate to be that person when
My verse comes out of their 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 lets fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run this whole place anyway.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run this whole place anyway.

White boys with tattoos,
We're pointing right at you,
We're 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 mouth
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 wrapped from the drag,
We killed him and then we
Stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always pressing?
You know I'm never stressing,
With fucking DMS,
J-Johnny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down to rep the west,
A grew up by drive-by's and LA gang signs.

So what the fuck you
Know about being a gangsta?
And what the fuck you know
About being in danger?
You ain't doing this,
So you know your just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys cause
Every song is a fucking hit.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so lets fight today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run this whole place anyway.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we today,
You know, I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gon' run this whole place anyway.

(Undead!)
Mother fucking time to ride, ride
(Undead!)
See you duck when we drive by,
(Undead!)
Mother fucking time to ride, ride
(Undead!)
Watch you fuckers just die, die
Undead!