[Repeat: x5]
Undead!

[Chorus: x2]
(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!)

Now I see that mother
Fucker writing on the wall
When you see, J-3-T, 30 deep he's down to brawl
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,
The Boulevard, brass knuckles
In the back of the car,
Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs, we never go far,
And when you see us mother fucker's,
Better know who we are.

I got one thing to say
To punk asses who hate,
Mother fucker's who don't know what,
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 mother fucking drunk.

I'm already loud maybe,
It's a little too late,
Johnny's taking heads off,
Of all the fagots who hate,
Cause I am God mother fucker
And there's a price to pay,
Get out my gun, mother fucker
And it's judgment day!

[Chorus: x2]

I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the fags who bad mouth this music,
How fucking 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 pill,
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,
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
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 can
Dis a band that 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.

[Chorus: x2]

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,

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

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 your just talking shit.
Mad at all the boys because
Every song is a fucking hit.

[Chorus: x2]

Mother fucking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
See you duck when we drive by,
(By) (Undead!)
Mother fucking time to ride,
(Ride) (Undead!)
Why don't you punks just die (die),
(Die) (Undead!)



Lyrics submitted by afitch1206

"Undead" as written by Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Aron Erlichman, Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Robert John Daisley, John Osbourne, Randy Rhoads

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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  • +4
    General Comment:InciTe and Monticello: You're the douchebag losers these guys are rapping about in this song. You guys are so cool making fun of groups on the internet because you couldn't make it and if you said any of that shit in person you'd get your asses kicked.
    xmz19xon December 08, 2008   Link
  • +3
    General Comment:hollywood undead is great!! i think they have a unique sound & the way they rap has portrays a lot of emotion.
    :) i like
    mollydolly926on September 28, 2008   Link
  • +3
    General Comment:Jesus people. Report incorrect lyrics in the report thread so they can be fixed. Don't just spam the comments with them!
    kmk_natashaon December 25, 2008   Link
  • +3
    General Comment:Sorry threetearz, i didn't mean to reply to your specific post, just wanted to post my own comment. This is my first posted comment since the new site format. Here's my origninal comment:

    Loud? - check
    Catchy? - check
    Engergizing? - check
    Other than that, the lyrics have no substance and are entirely unclever and unimaginative . I count no less than 5 references to fags/faggots and an equal number of "motherfuckers". I guess I can see why, the started out just 3 years ago, on MYSPACE!? I can imagine how that came about:
    stoned white guy #1: Dudes, do you like slipknot?
    stoned white guys #2-6: Yuuuuuup!
    stoned white guy #1: What about ICP and Linkin Park?
    stoned white guys #2-6: WORD!
    stoned white guy #1: Let's start a motherfuckin' band and show those faggots whats up!!
    stoned white guys #2-6: Fuck yeeeeaaaahhhh!

    But I ain't no "hater", you kids go get your money, you deserve it i guess.
    om3gaon January 06, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General Comment: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 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 good motherfucker and there's a price to pay,
    Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day!

    (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.

    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 played the pill, 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,
    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.

    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,
    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.

    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!)



    Those are the right lyrics.
    Threetearzon August 28, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General Comment:Just bought the CD and turned this song UP on the way back. This song is sick is hell.
    Straight up, it's just made to be badass.
    Makes me feel like rippin somebody.
    koomartin08on September 02, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General Comment:i guess the version i got is a little different from the one some of you guys seem to be listening to cuz somebody mentioned the second verse being a bit longer, but judging by the version i got, these are the lyrics i got out of it (just a couple of changes here and there)...

    Undead!
    Undead!
    Undead!
    Undead!

    CHORUS 2x:
    Undead!
    You better get up out the way!
    Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today!
    And no, I don't give a fuck what you think or say
    cuz we're gonna rock this whole place anyway

    Walk up and 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 cuz I hate that you breathe
    I see you duck, you little punk, you little fuckin' disease!
    I got H-U tatted on the front of my arms
    Boulevard brass knuckles in the back of the car
    Cuz 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, but 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 motherfucker drunk!
    I'm already loud, maybe it's a little too late
    Johnny's taking heads off of all faggots who hate
    cuz I'm a God motherfucker, there's a price to pay!
    Yeah, I'm a God motherfucker and its judgment day!

    [repeat Chorus]

    I'm getting used to this nuisance of fags who bad mouth this music
    How 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
    Your 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 workin' 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?
    I hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kid's lips
    That shit's as worse as it gets
    This verse is over, I quit!
    Signed, "Charlie Scene" on your girlfriend's tits!

    [repeat Chorus]

    White boys with tattoos p-pointing right at you
    We're breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom
    Pack of wolves cuz we don't follow the rules
    And when you're running your mouth
    Our razor blades come out
    b-but you always pressin'
    You know I never stress with fucking DMS
    J-Johny to my left
    Got Phantom and the rest
    Who are down to rep the west
    I grew up by drive-by's and L.A gang signs
    So what the fuck you know about being a gangsta?
    And 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 cuz every song is a fucking hit!

    [repeat Chorus]

    Motherfucking time to ride (ride) (Undead!)
    See you drop when we drive by (Undead!)
    Motherfucking time to ride (ride) (Undead!)
    Won't you fucks just die (die) (Undead!)
    12013E12Ton December 10, 2008   Link
  • +1
    General Comment:whats the point, in taking time out of your day, to look up a song and band, just to talk shit about it?
    are you THAT pathetic?

    The song is about how when they first started putting their music on myspace back in 2005 and it got popular realllllly fast, a lot faster then band who had had their music on myspace for years.

    HU quickly became the number one band on myspace's unsigned band list. So of course other bands started talking shit saying how bad they were and crap like that.
    so once HU got more big and signed their record deal they wrote this song proving to all the other bands that talked shit about them that they MUST be doing something right if they're famous and the others were not. Hence the meaning behind this line:

    You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit
    Mad at all of us cuz every song is a fucking hit!

    HU is an amazing band, their sound in unique sure people may say they sound like "wanna be gangsters"
    wtf ever, they can go from a completely hip hop sounding sound to a rock song easily and still maintain their signature sound. They dont censor their shit and thats why it took them so long to get a record deal b/c they dont make edited versions of their songs, the Undead song you hear on the radio had to be edited by someone else. They dont want to censor their music they want to speak from their thoughts and hearts.

    If you're seriously going to come talk shit to me after this, dont waste your time. I'm not one to deal with pathetic kids who talk shit about good music or HAVE to take the time out of their day to find a song JUST to talk shit about it.
    grow the fuck up.
    thanks.
    zoexdollon February 11, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General Comment:Seriously. Why is everyone being so hateful about this band? It doesn't matter who they look like, who they act like or anything. All that matters is the music and if you like it or not.

    I, obviously, love this song. I don't see why everyone has to voice their opinions about WHY they hate the band for reasons that no one really needs to hear >__> people like that should go find an anti-forum or write in their diary/blog.
    slightlybiohazardouson April 26, 2009   Link
  • +1
    General Comment:Maybe someone could email me what this song is about? Or is this another demonstration of what rap does to a straight-a whitey? these lyrics honestly look like someone just got drunk and spammed off with their mouth, and that the band hates anyone that realized this is the reason they are "famous"?
    IKSoullesson May 12, 2009   Link

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