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 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
