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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)


Album Lyrics: Desperate Measures [2009]


Hollywood Undead
"Desperate Measures [2009]"


1. Tear It Up
2. Shout at the Devil (Mötley Crüe cover)
3. El Urgencia
4. No. 5 (Live)
5. Sell Your Soul
6. Bottle And A Gun
7. California
8. No Other Place
9. City
10. Paradise Lost
11. Black Dahlia
12. Young
13. Everywhere I Go
14. No. 5