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from Desperate Measures

"Undead (Live)" is track #11 on the album Desperate Measures. It was written by Terrell, Jordon Kristopher / Erlichman, Aron / Decker, Jorel / Ragan, George Arthur / Daisley, Robert John / Osbourne, John / Rhoads, Randy.
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"Undead (Live)" is track #11 on the album Desperate Measures. It was written by Terrell, Jordon Kristopher / Erlichman, Aron / Decker, Jorel / Ragan, George Arthur / Daisley, Robert John / Osbourne, John / Rhoads, Randy.
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Undead
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Undead
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow'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'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 J3T 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 HU tatted on the front of my arms
Boulevard, brass knuckles in the back of the car
'Cause we drunk drive Cadillac's, 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 but you better watch what you say
From these industry fucks to these fagot 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 fagots who hate
'Cause I'm like God, motherfucker, there's a price to pay
Yeah, I'm a God, motherfucker and it's judgment day

Undead
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow'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'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 paid 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 would diss a band that deserves to get big?
Hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kid's lips
Shit'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'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'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, pointing right at you
We are breaking everything, 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 it's nothing in my life except my dick and what I spit
So my dick is in my hand when I respond to fagots 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, 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'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'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
Motherfuckin' time to ride, ride
Undead
See you duck when we drive by, by

Undead
Motherfuckin' time to ride, ride
Undead
Watch you punks just die, die
Undead

Songwriters
TERRELL, JORDON KRISTOPHER / ERLICHMAN, ARON / DECKER, JOREL / RAGAN, GEORGE ARTHUR / DAISLEY, ROBERT JOHN / OSBOURNE, JOHN / RHOADS, RANDY

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