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Hollywood Undead - Tear it up |
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Tear it up, tear it up yeah |
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Tear it up, tear it up yeah |
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Tear it up, tear it up yeah |
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Here we go now, here we go |
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So don't make me tear it up |
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You know I don't give a fuck |
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And I ain't here to shake things up |
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But I got my hand on my gun |
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So don't make me tear it up |
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You know I don't give a fuck |
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And I ain't here to shake things up |
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But I got my hand on my gun |
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I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang |
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Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang |
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You know I make her shit bang |
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You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name |
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I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain-gang |
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Tear it up, stand up and throw it up |
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And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck |
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I know you got heels on |
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I know what y'all feel on |
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They caught us ridin' dirtier than their bumpin' Camillion |
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I got a bounty on my head, just for reppin' Undead |
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Because I'm freakin' on your sister |
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And I'm grindin her friend |
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And what the fuck you think? |
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I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet |
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J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash |
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I got her feenin and the whole crowd's screamin' |
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Shake it like a what? |
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Fuck you! |
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HU crew! |
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We don't give a fuck, What? What? |
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So don't make me tear it up |
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You know I don't give a fuck |
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And I ain't here to shake things up |
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But I got my hand on my gun |
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So don't make me tear it up |
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You know I don't give a fuck |
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And I ain't here to shake things up |
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But I got my hand on my gun |
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Shake it like a what? Fuck you! |
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Shake it like a what? Fuck you! |
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Shake it like a what? Fuck you! |
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Shake it like a what? Fuck you! |
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No, I ain't a gangsta, don't pack a pistol |
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Motherfuckers keep runnin' out |
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Motherfuckers catch a fistful |
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Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack |
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That I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac |
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It's Johnny Three Johnny sees what Johnny needs |
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Johnny breathes weed still, Johnny don't see anything! |
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Johnny buys drink Johnny winks and Johnny thinks |
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Johnny circles dance floor like roller rink |
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Jump up down down in the H-town get down |
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To the sound that's bound |
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To make the motherfucking crowd loud |
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Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music |
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Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it |
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See bitch, grab ass get smacked to the mat (bitch!) |
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Slap back, get thrown out the back |
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Watch your back through the back door |
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Back to the dance floor |
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Gotta gotta get my, gotta gotta get more |
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So don't make me tear it up |
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You know I don't give a fuck |
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And I ain't here to shake things up |
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But I got my hand on my gun |
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So don't make me tear it up |
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You know I don't give a fuck |
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And I ain't here to shake things up |
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But I got my hand on my gun |
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Hell yeah motherfucker! |
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Turn it up Turn it up, focus 3 |
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Fuck you, Jeff Peters |
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Fuck you, Mike Reneau |
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Gangstas up in this bitch |
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You gotta write it down |
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Fuck yeah! |