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undead slayer - low lives lyrics

[intro: undead]
low lives! (low lives)
low lives! (low lives)
low lives! (low lives)
low lives! (low lives)

[chorus: live grenade]
we’re the low f-ckin’ lives
we’re just 5 f-ckin’ guys
pullin’ in with a surprise
we’re your f-ckin’ demise
we’re the low f-ckin’ lives
we’re just 5 f-ckin’ guys
pullin’ in with a surprise
we’re your f-ckin’ demise
(f-t-g!)

[verse 1: frankie]
look up, f-ck you, better take the f-ckin’ fall
i’m just f-t-g, motherf-cker, i’m down to f-ckin’ brawl
don’t front, little b-tch, i won’t allow you to breathe
undead will slay haters, he’s like a disease
a real rockstar, i don’t smash a guitar
glocks, nines, mags in my f-ckin’ car
sh-t might seem bizarre, but i don’t go far
cigarette, few scars, you better know who we are
y’all n-gg-s hate, y’all n-gg-s ain’t that great
see the pain i create, it ain’t up for debate
i’ll k!ll a motherf-ckin’ b-tch -ss punk
few shots, now i stuff a b-tch into the trunk
we’re rotten as f-ck, it’s way too late
takin’ off heads, you don’t wanna irate
i’m going to h-ll, but the devil will wait
i’m getting arrested for 180 plus eight!

[verse 2: zodiak]
b-tches hate, y’all hate, don’t hate on my f-ckin’ music
stupid, foolish, it’s a fight to the death, what do you pick?
i know who you are, f-ck you, this sh-t goes out to you nick
you don’t wanna step on up, i’m crazy, i’m way too sick
i’m comin’ fast with the crew, with all the guns and sh-t
i’ll admit i got no permit but that doesn’t mean i won’t commit
f-ckin’ homicide cause you hate the sh-t that we spit
don’t be mad, i know you sad, you ain’t gotta throw a fit
you can’t get this, that’s why you hate, that’s why you get p-ssed
writin’ out a diss wishin’ all of this, that your b-tch -ss didn’t exist
but i resist, you slit your wrist, what a twist, mad cause your girl kissed
me, not just me, like, 6 other guys, that’s why i continue to insist
that you need to shut you’re f-ckin’ mouth and quit
that you need to shut the f-ck up, you b-tch, better submit
i don’t give a f-ck, we all know that you f-ckin’ suck
you a b-tch -ss cuck, you need to shut the f-ck up!

[verse 3: undead]
gangstas, you fakstas, you know i’m comin’ for you
you act confuse, don’t know? you know f-ckin’ who
ain’t sh-t in my life except for my crew and what i spit
so we respond with a fight to the f-ggots that talk mad sh-t
ya know, speakin’ of f-g, this will be my last drag
cause i know a b-tch i needa put into a body bag
we crazy as f-ck, we ain’t gonna follow no rules
start a fight, knock you out, y’all some f-ckin’ fools
b-tches turn to ghouls, that or you can face the news
this beat i use, that sh-t i abuse, face it, you’re gonna lose
better not stress, face the press, reach success
see progress and the drugs you possess, i won’t confess
you look away on the street actin’ like i’m some stranger
you look at me wrong, you gonna be in f-ckin’ danger
it’s the end, an enemy, you ain’t no friend, don’t pretend
you depend, make me defend, i no longer commend!

[outro: all and (undead)]
low lives!
(get ready, we about to ride, ride!)
low lives!
(get down, we bout to drive by!)
low lives!
(we’re about to f-ckin’ ride, ride!)
low lives!
(haters, you better f-ckin’ die, die!)
low lives!

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