Undead / Out The Way Lyrics – Hollywood Undead

Undead / Out The Way Text

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Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!
Undead!

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

Now I see that motherf**ker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty D bra,
f**k those haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little f**king 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 motherf**kers,
better know who we are.

I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate,
Motherf**kers who don't know what,
You better watch what you say.
From these industry f**ks,
To these f*gget ass punks,
You don't know what it takes,
To get this motherf**king truck.

I'm already loud maybe,
It?s a little too late,
Johny's taking hands up, with all the f*ggots who hate,
Cause I am good motherf**ker and there's a price to pay,
Yeah, I am a good motherf**ker and its judgment day!

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway.

I'm getting used to this nuisance,
And all the f*gs who bad mouth this music,
It's f**kin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this,
Your lyrics never came, 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 sh*t,
Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this b**ch,
I heard the reason you got to beater to believe any of this,
You need to slit your wrist, get p**sed 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 sh*t?
b**ch. 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 sh*ts 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 run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k 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,
Panic rules,
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 di*k and what I spit,
So my di*k is in my hand when I respond to f*ggots talking sh*t,
Speaking of f*gs, 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 f**king 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 f**k do you know about being a gangsta?
What the f**k do you know about being in danger?
You ain't doing this, so you know your just talking sh*t.
Mad at all the boys because every song is a f**king hit.

(Undead!)
You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll run to the street today,
And no, I don't give a f**k what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!)

Motherf**king time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
See you drop when we drive by, (by) (Undead!)
Motherf**king time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!)
Watch you f**ker's just die, (die) (Undead!)