[Chorus: Undead]
Get fucked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a fuck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a fuck, I will survive
Cause this bitch is my city
And this city lookin fuckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a fuckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility

[Verse 1: Charlie]
I’m a shit talker I get dollars
Faggot you still call her
Someone should've told you
Me and slayer run the industry
I know that you want a piece of me
Acting like everyday you dont lane switch
Not gonna beg I know it was your choice
Not blaming you tho you have your voice
Your the evil villain your plans i will foil
12 gauge enough to leave you in the soil
Leave you in the sun till you really start to boil
Doing all these bitches not no gun no recoil

[Chorus: Undead]
Get fucked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a fuck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a fuck, I will survive
Cause this bitch is my city
And this city lookin fuckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a fuckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility
[Verse 2: Undead]
Bout to blow up like a fuckin bomb
Charlie givin flashbacks like it’s Vietnam
All these bitches songs sound the same
None of you mutha fuckas can take the pain
You faggots know I’m the one to blame
Drivin that Cadillac
Pimped out, bitch is black
Got my Glock racked
Devil hangin in the back
Now you’re another dead bitch on a cemetary track!
Ya know we got them hunnit spokes
Light that bitch up, give me some smokes
Get fuckin high, smokin some dro
Shootin these guns till the end of my days
Rollin with Charlie, in a cloud of haze
Don’t fuckin front, I’ll know you out fool
Faggot keeps sayin “you know this shit ain’t true!”
Tryna give me a bad review!
Till I piss on your grave, I’ll just say “FUCK YOU!”

[Chorus: Undead]
Get fucked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a fuck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a fuck, I will survive
Cause this bitch is my city
And this city lookin fuckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a fuckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility

[Bridge: Undead]
Tryna hate cause I’m doing a lyrical backflip
Don’t give a fuck about censorship (Faggot!!)
Bout to do a fucking ego trip
Still got my Glock, bullets in it’s clip
Holdin the bitch by it pistol grip
Let’s go Charlie, hop in the whip
Fuck you bitch, we about to dip
Ya know I’m just tryna get the feelin
Tryna get high like the 30 foot ceiling
I got the money, start fuckin dealin
Just like I’m 30 deep, that’s fuckin bitching
Haven’t smoked yet, I’m fuckin itchin
Need to calm down, I’m fuckin twitchin

[Chorus: Undead]
Get fucked up, I’mma lose my mind
Don’t give a fuck, I feel so alive
My music is lettin me strive
I don’t give a fuck, I will survive
Cause this bitch is my city
And this city lookin fuckin pretty
A waste of life, that’s a fuckin pity
Rollin by myself, opposite of socility