Undead-Hollywood Undead.

Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we&rise so we fight today, And no, I don&give a fuck what you think and say, &we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we&rise so we fight today, And no, I don&give a fuck what you think and say, &we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. Now I see that motherfucker writin&on the wall When you see, J-3-T, Thirty D 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. 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&know what, You better watch what you say. From these industry fucks, To these faggot ass punks, You don&know what it takes, To get this motherfucking truck. I&already loud maybe, It?s a little too late, Johny&taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate, Cause I am good motherfucker and there&a price to pay, Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day! (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we&rise so we fight today, And no, I don&give a fuck what you think and say, &we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we&rise so we fight today, And no, I...