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Pledge allegiance to the mask,
That I'll carry whisky in my flask,
And anyone to diss HU,
I'll leave a bloody mess with you,
For we are family, you and I,
3 Tears for you, we all shall cry,
All day all night, our flags will fly,
The Undead Army Till The Day We Die.

Hollywood Undead : Undead


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

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today,
You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherfuckin' writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's down to brawl
Fuck all 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 arms,
Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car,
'Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs - we never go far,
But when you see us, motherfuckers,
Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherfuckers 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 drunk.

I'm already loud, baby,
It's a little too late,
Johnny's taking heads off of all the faggots who hate,
'Cause I'm like god, motherfucker, there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I like god, motherfucker, and it's judgment day!

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

(Undead! )
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today,
You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we 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, 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,
You're 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 disses a band that deserves to get big?
I'd hate to be that person when my verse comes out 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 let's fight today,
You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say,
'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

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

White boys with tattoos,
P-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, (AH! )

Because it's 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 in drag,
We killed him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac.

Why you always pressin?
You know I'm never stressing,
With Loki DMS,
J-Johnny to my left,
Got Phantom and the rest,
Who are down there at the west,
I grew up on drive-by's and L.A gang signs,

So what the fuck you know about being a gangsta?
What the fuck you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit.
Mad at all of us 'cause every song is a fucking hit.

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

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

Motherfuckin' time to ride, ride (Undead! )
See you duck when we drive by, by (Undead! )
Motherfuckin' time to ride, ride (Undead! )
Won't you punks just die, die (Undead! )

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe lets fuck
It's Chanukah in Inglewood
the dradles spinning in the hood
so meet me by the manura lets get drunk