Undead
Hollywood Undead Lyrics

(Undead!)
This line is repeated numerous times to emphasize and showcase their rebellious and provocative nature throughout the song.

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.
They are declaring themselves as unstoppable and ready to take on anything that comes their way or opposes them without any concern for what anyone else thinks or says.

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.
They are challenging anyone who opposes them by mentioning their aggressive and violent side while showcasing their gangster lifestyle and identity while driving around their city.

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!
They are warning anyone who dares to criticize them by mentioning their anger issues and portraying themselves as God-like figures who take pride in violence and aggression, thereby reinforcing their identity as a dangerous gang or cult.

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.
They are expressing their disdain towards anyone who demeans their music by emphasizing how hard it is to make music and how they risked their lives for it, thereby reinforcing the importance of their music to them.

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.
They are highlighting the absurdity of criticism while showcasing their dedication towards their music by explaining how they faced many setbacks while coming up in the music scene but still remained dedicated due to their passion for music.

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,
They are showcasing their rebellious and provocative nature while emphasizing how they are dangerous through their use of weapons, further reinforcing the idea of them as a gang or cult.

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 you're just talking shit. Mad at all the boys because Every song is a fucking hit.
They are challenging anyone who is critical of them while emphasizing their gangster identity by explaining that they have grown up in tough neighborhoods and have put in the work to get where they are, thereby explaining why they should not be criticized.

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!)
They are expressing their rebellious and provocative nature by emphasizing their violent attitude, further reinforcing the identity of them as a gang or cult.