Undead!/ So don't make me tear it make me tear it up/ You know I don't give a fuck/ And I ain't her to stir things up/ But I got my hand on my gun/ Undead!/ So don't make me tear it up/ You know I don't give a fuck/ And I ain't here to stir things up/ But I got my hand on my gun

Shake it like a what? Fuck you!/ Shake it like a what? Fuck you!/ Shake it like a what? Fuck you!/ Shake it like a what? Fuck you!

No I ain't a gangsta/ Don't pack a pistol/ Mother fuckers keep runnin' mouth/ Mother fuckers catch a fistful/ Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack that I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac/ It's Johnny 3/ Johnny sees what Johnny needs/ Johnny breathes weed/ Still Johnny don't see anything/ Johnny buys drink/ Johnny winks and Johnny thinks/ Johnny circles dance floor like roller rink/ Jump up down, down in the H-town, get down/ To the sound that's bound to make the mother fucking crowd loud/ Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music/ Wanna see you booze, yeah booze till you puke it/ See bitch, grab ass, get smacked to the mat (bitch!)/ Slap back, get thrown out the back/ Watch your back through the back door/ Back to the dance floor/ Gotta, gotta get my/ Gotta, gotta get more

Undead!/ So don't make me tear it up/ You know I don't give a fuck/ And I ain't here to stir things up/ But I got my hand on my gun/ Undead!/ So don't make me tear it up/ You know I don't give a fuck/ And I ain't here to stir things up/ But I got my hand on my gun

Wait… Were writing. Shit! Oh, well. I'm not editing Author Notes…

TAKE TWO!

Sup, peoples? I am sorry to say this will probably be the last chapter… Depends if I am able to fit everything I want in here… And that's quite a bit I want in there… Hmm… Maybe a two parter… HeHe… I just drank my third Mountain Dew of the night… And I'm writing this… And texting… OMG! JOHNNY 3 TEARS! HeHe… I've gone slightly over fan girl on Hollywood Undead and don't ask…

So, um, how about the chapter that might take me more than a week to write again…? Awesome.

OMG! I'm soooooooooooooo sorry! I swear, I am. I know that I have been updating I Promise, but TLS just literally slipped my mind. I just now remembered it. I know it's been months since I last updated. And I just want y'all to know, this will be the last chapter. I don't have most everything in here. But I was thinking of starting another story…

Disclaimer: Um… I own literally nothing. I don't even own those lyrics… But I do wish I was old enough to… Bad thoughts… Very bad thoughts… Oh, I wish I owned Derek sometimes… And J3T! I wish I owned him or that I was old enough to… Ack! Bad thoughts… Very, very bad dirty thoughts…

Derek and I were back in Buffalo. We left from the same airport after we talked to Marissa and arrived around midnight the same night. Kit came and picked us up, him being the only one willing at the hour.

So now, we were in the car back to my house. Derek had fallen asleep and was leaning against the window of the backseat. I was next to him, my arms wrapped around him.

Kit pulled up to the house and shut off the engine. He got out, leaving Derek and I to the car. Deciding not to let Derek sleep here all night, I started calling his name lightly and shaking his shoulder. It took a minute, but he finally woke up, and we went inside.

This would be the last sane night we had… Tomorrow, we would go and defeat the Edison Group. I hope…

OMG! I am so sorry, but this little tid-bit is the last you'll get… I might do an Epilogue… But I'm not sure… Anyway… I am so sorry it took forever to post… I seriously am. I wanna take my laptop to the game tomorrow and write a little… If I do, I'll try doing another piece… Sorry again…

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