Tha Producer: Scene kids, Ghetto jeans, Gangstas, 40's and the bling-bling sidekicks Rollin? with the cleanest feel Shorties, Homies, Hollywood, Moscow
?Cause I don't wanna be like this I've been runnin? these streets for too long now I've got nothin? that?s true but this song now But the further I go
Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow will rise so lets fight today, And no, I don't give a Fuck
In a time of need only few can see what's wrong, millions tend to crawl But only those who choose can make it through this all Only few can sing like
The necks of this youth With their necks through this noose We're told lies like it's truth And we suspect that it's you So you strap them with the AK
I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die So you're gonna have to I don't wanna die I don't wanna die No, I don't wanna die So you're gonna
Again in the night we go into the world unknown Just let us go I Know that I'm breathing slow, inhaling smoke I just awoke A bottle of pills I'm choking
Watch me levitate, levitate, levitate Away from you As I close my eyes I can see the light As I levitate, levitate, levitate Somethings ringing in my
, shave beard Put on some Scene gear Gotta get drunk 'til my mom wakes up Breakup with my girlfriend, so I can bang sluts I'm Undead, unfed Been sleeping
If you got Jack in your cup, go raise it up Go raise it up, go raise it up If you ain't got enough, go fill it up Go fill it up, go fill it up I'm gonna
Undead, Undead Undead, Undead Undead, you better get up out the way Tomorrow we'll rise, so we fight today You know I don't give a fuck what you think
Pour me, pour me, pour me another It holds me, holds me, like no other One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home Truth is that I don't really have
Oh wait that's Just me getting shit faced Got me pulling out my Bluetooth And brief case And replace Everything I said wrong But then it wouldn't be A Hollywood Undead
Gangsta Gangsta So gangsta Gangsta Got my diamond earrings Gangsta Gonna turn you on So gangsta 'Cause I want sexy And I'm packin' heat So don't disrespect
Boy, you better put a lid on it You don't know what it's like to get your head lumped in You keep flappin' those gum's like you the boss You should check
You know it's Johnny 3 When you watch that body fall When you fuck with J3T He's like fuck it, kill 'em all Ain't nobody, bad boy We'll feed you to their
My legs are dangling off the edge The bottom of a bottle is my only friend I think I'll slit my wrists again And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone My legs are
(Chorus) (Danny) When the end is getting closer And the earth has burned the sky Now when repent cause' it's all over Just let me die (Verse 1) (Johnny
