Lyrics Hollywood Undead

Hollywood Undead

Tear It Up

Tear it up, tear it up yeah (3x)

Here we go now, here we go

R: 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

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, thur 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 motherfucking 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 y'all feel on

They caught us ridin' dirtier than their bumpin' Camillion

I got a bounty on my head,

Just for reppin' Undead

Because I'm freakin' on your sister

And I'm grindin her friend

And what the fuck you think?

I'm 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 crowd's screamin'

Shake it like a what? (Fuck you!)

HU crew

We don't give a fuck

What? What?

R:

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

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

It's Johnny Three

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 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

R:

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!