HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD

[J-Dog:] What!? Say what the f***, Six shooters up, now what the f*** …point them up. Who's down to ride, who's down to ride, Undead pop shots we're down to die.Who's down to die who's down to die, Undead pop shots, we're bound to ride. Black hat side ways white bold LA, flat on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray. Wig split face ripped, nod if you're listenin'
hot to the cross Leave you dead like a Christian. Pop Pop, your heart just stops, stops, then I just c***, c***, my gun cause I shoot for fun that's how the west was won. I sell an ounce and then I sell two more, then I come to collect with the pistol 44. There's some truth to that, About the weed or the gat, you may never know, just leave it at...

Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
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 f*** 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 f*** what you think or say,
'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherf***in' writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep, he's down to brawl
f*** all haters I see,
'Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little f***ing disease,
I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arms,
Boulevard, bra** knuckles in the back of the car,
'Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs - we never go far,
But when you see us, motherf***ers,
Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk a**es who hate,
Motherf***ers don't know what,
You better watch what you say.
From these industry f***s,
To these f**got a** punks,
You don't know what it takes,
To get this motherf***ing drunk.

I'm already loud, baby,
It's a little too late,
Johnny's taking heads off of all the f**gots who hate,
'Cause I'm like god, motherf***er, there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I'm a god, motherf***er, 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 f*** 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 f*** what you think or say,
'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the f**s who bad mouth this music,
It's f***in' 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 payed the bill, I nearly died for this music.

You make me wanna run around pulling my guns out and ****,
You're tempting me to run my mouth and call you out on this b****,
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 ****?
b****, 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 ****s 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 f*** 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 f*** 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 cla**room,
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 d*** and what I spit,
So my d*** is in my hand when I respond to f**gots talking ****,
Speaking of f**s, 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 f*** you know about being a gangsta?
What the f*** you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking ****.
Mad at all of us 'cause every song is a f***ing 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 f*** 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 f*** what you think or say,
'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

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

*Johnny 3's been drinking whiskey,Trigger finger feeling frisky, when you shoot it's so damn risky,
dead in a ditch, but I hope you miss me* J3T

fail...no1 knows them =/ i guess its a Cali thing...

i guess i'm a sucky horrible gay H.U. fan!!!!

Originally posted by CharlieScene i guess i'm a sucky horribleY gay H.U. fan!!!! That still cant beat JDizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzle in a duel. lOl

fixed that up

what about the song
sell your soul

this love this hate is "H.U"'s best song ever made

BLUEGRa** PWNS U IT MAKES U SQEUL LIKE APIG

HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD sux now!! there new album is GARBAGE