Hollywood Undead

Undead

Hollywood Undead

Desperate Measures


Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
You know, 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 tod
You know, 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,
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 like God, motherfucker
and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I'm a God, motherfucker and its judgment day!

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
You know, 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,
You know, 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 payed 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,
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 gets disembanded and 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,
You know, 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,
You know, 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 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 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,
You know, 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,
You know, 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!)
Compositores: Aron Erlichman (BMI), George Arthur Ragan (BMI), John Osbourne (ASCAP), Jordon Kristopher Terrell (BMI), Jorel Decker (BMI), Randy Rhoads (ASCAP), Robert John Daisley (PRS)Editores: Blizzard Music Ltd (PRS), Songs Of Octone (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #7623004 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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