Вершы: Hollywood Undead. Desperate Measures. Tear It Up.
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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
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, third 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 anbd 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 heand,
Just for reppin' Undead
Because I'm freakin' on you sister
And I'm ramming her friend
And what the fuck you think?
I'm tryn' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her veen and the whole crowd's screamin'
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
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!
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 Jhonny Three
Jhonny sees what Jhonny needs
Jhonny breathers weed
Still, Jhonny don't see anything!
Jhonny buys drink
Jhonny winks and Jhonny thinks
Jhonny circles dance floor like roller rink
Jump up down down in the H-tag get down
To the sound that's bound
To make the motherfucking crouwd 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
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
Hell yeah motherfucker!
Turn it up Tuern it up, focus 3
Fuck you, Jeff Peters
Fuck you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this bitch
You gotta write it down
Fuck yeah!
(Grazie a Francesca per questo testo)
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
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, third 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 anbd 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 heand,
Just for reppin' Undead
Because I'm freakin' on you sister
And I'm ramming her friend
And what the fuck you think?
I'm tryn' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her veen and the whole crowd's screamin'
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
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!
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 Jhonny Three
Jhonny sees what Jhonny needs
Jhonny breathers weed
Still, Jhonny don't see anything!
Jhonny buys drink
Jhonny winks and Jhonny thinks
Jhonny circles dance floor like roller rink
Jump up down down in the H-tag get down
To the sound that's bound
To make the motherfucking crouwd 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
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
Hell yeah motherfucker!
Turn it up Tuern it up, focus 3
Fuck you, Jeff Peters
Fuck you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this bitch
You gotta write it down
Fuck yeah!
(Grazie a Francesca per questo testo)
Desperate Measures
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