Hollywood Undead - Tear It Up lyrics

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 don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a f** And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a f** And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun I beat the p**y up like ying-yang Put it right there like Ching-Chang You know I make our sh** bang You know I don't give a motherf** about your first name I wanna lock that a** like a motherf**ing chain-gang Tear it up, stand up and throw it up And tear up the floor like you don't give a f** I know you got heels on, I know what y'all feeling They caught us riding dirty and they're bumping Chameleon I got a bounty on my head just for repping Undead Because I'm freaking on your sister and I'm grabbing her friend, and What the f** you think? I'm trying to make them sweat like a motherf**ing track meet J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash I got her fiending and the whole crowd's screaming Shake it like a what? f** you, HU crew! We don't give a f**, what? What? So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a f** And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a f** And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Shake it like a what? (f** you!) Shake it like a what? (f** you!)Shake it like a what? (f** you! Undead!) Shake it like a what? f** you! No, I ain't a gangster, don't pack a pistol Motherf**ers keep running mouth, motherf**ers 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 (Motherf**ing H-Town) To the sound that's bound to make the motherf**ing crowd loud Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the music Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze till you puke it See b**h, grab a**, get smacked to the mat (b**h!) Get up, slap back, get thrown out the back But you're back through the backdoor, back to the dance floor Gotta, gotta get mine; gotta, gotta get more So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a f** And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a f** And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Hell yeah, motherf**er, turn it up! Turn it up, Focus Three f** you, Jeff Peters f** you, Mike Renault Many gangsters up in this b**h You gotta ride to die f** yeah!