Artist/Band:
Hollywood Undead
Lyrics for Song: Tear It Up
Lyrics for Album: Desperate Measures [2009]
Tear it up, tear it up, yo
Tear it up, tear it up, yo
Tear it up, tear it up, yo
Here we go now, here we go
(Chorus)
Undead
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake 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 shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
I beat the pussy up like ying yang
Put it right thurr like ching chang
You know I make her shit bang
You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name
I wanna lock that ass like a motherfuckin chain gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck
I know you got heels on, I know what you're feelin
They caught us ridin dirty and they're bumpin Chamillion
I got a bounty on my head just for reppin Undead
Because I'm freakin on your sister and I'm grindin her friend
End, what the fuck you think?
I'm tryin to make 'em sweat like a mothafuckin track meet
J-D-O-G I got your girl on a leash
I got her fiendin, the whole crowd screamin
Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU!
HU crew we don't give a fuck, what? what?
(Chorus)
Undead
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake 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 shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
(Undead)
Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU!
Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU!
Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU! (UNDEAD!)
Shake it like a what? FUCK YOU!
Don't hate a gangsta, don't pack a pistol
Mothafuckas keep runnin mouth, mothafuckas catch a fistful
Guided like a missle 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 weeds, still Johnny don't see anything
Johnny buys drink, Johnny waits 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 mothafuckin 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!)
Get up, slap back, get thrown out the back
But you're back through the back door, back to the dance floor
Gotta, gotta get mine, gotta, gotta get more
(Chorus)
Undead
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake 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 shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
(Undead)
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