Tear It Up

[00:-2.00]Hollywood Undead - Tear it up
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Tear it up, tear it up yeah
Tear it up, tear it up yeah
Tear it up, tear it up yeah
Here we go now, here we go

So dont make me tear it up
You know I dont give a fuck
And I aint here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So dont make me tear it up
You know I dont give a fuck
And I aint here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang
Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang
You know I make her shit bang
You know I dont give a motherfuck about your first name
I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you dont give a fuck
I know you got heels on
I know what yall feel on
They caught us ridin dirtier than their bumpin Camillion

I got a bounty on my head, just for reppin Undead
Because Im freakin on your sister
And Im grindin her friend
And what the fuck you think?
Im tryin to make em sweat like a motherfuckin track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her feenin and the whole crowds screamin
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you!
HU crew!
We dont give a fuck, What? What?

So dont make me tear it up
You know I dont give a fuck
And I aint here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So dont make me tear it up
You know I dont give a fuck
And I aint here to shake 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 aint a gangsta, dont pack a pistol
Motherfuckers keep runnin out
Motherfuckers catch a fistful
Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack
That I drank in the back of an 88 Cadillac
Its Johnny Three Johnny sees what Johnny needs
Johnny breathes weed still, Johnny dont 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 thats bound
To make the motherfucking crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah booze til 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

So dont make me tear it up
You know I dont give a fuck
And I aint here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So dont make me tear it up
You know I dont give a fuck
And I aint here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

Hell yeah motherfucker!
Turn it up Turn it up, focus 3
Fuck you, Jeff Peters
Fuck you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this bitch
You gotta write it down
Fuck yeah!