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LyricsEdit

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, come on

(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 Yin-Yang
Put it right there 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 you're feelin'
They caught us riding dirtier than their bumping Chameleon
I got a bounty on my head jut for repping Undead
And now I'm freaking on your sister and I'm grinding her friend
And what the fuck do you think?
I'm trying to make 'em sweat like a motherfucking track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her feening, the whole crowd screaming
Shake it like a what?
(Fuck you!)
HU crew, we don't give a fuck
(What? What?)

(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

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 gangster, I don't pack a pistol
Motherfuckers keep running mouth: motherfuckers catch a fistful
Guided like two missile from two bottles of Jack
That I drank in the back off 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
To the sound that's bound to get the motherfucking crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah, move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze till 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 backdoor, back to the dance floor
Gotta, gotta get my...; gotta, gotta get more

(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

Hell yeah, motherfucker, turn it up!
Turn it up, Focus 3
Fuck you, Jeff Peters
Fuck you, Mike Reneau
Gangsters up in this bitch
You gotta write it down
(Fuck yeah!)

PersonnelEdit

Hollywood Undead

TriviaEdit

  • This song was intended for release on Hollywood Undead, but an original version was never leaked.
  • J-Dog asking "shake it like a what?" could be a reference to the chorus of "No Other Place," where Deuce sings "You got a fat ass, but you shake it like you ain't a hoe."

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