Fuck Shit Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Claas] Yeah! Haha! You know what time it is! Raaah! 50 and 51! I got the whole noise! Insane Poetry and Skitzo on this one! Hah! We bringin' that fighting music shit back! No more of that pussy rap shit! We tryin' to get a crowd on the floor bustin' fuckin' heads! Hah! [Verse 1: Claas] Yeah! I'm on my shit, bitch here we go again (Yeah!) In the club, I'm drunk as fuck but Clizzle is still going in (Yeah!) Me and Cyco called the homie Skitzo, lists are growing thin We don't give a fuck, our middles up, we always showin' grin (Yeah!) Fuck with me, you gon' be laying in dirt from head to toe (Yeah!) Y'all know the team but you're tryin ' to act like you don't know (Naw!) LSP and Natas, we got an army that's real like If you got a problem, I'll fuckin' solve it with real life (Let's go!) If you're rockin' with us, yeah, let's go and hit the bar (Yeah!) Let's get fucked up 'til we think we're floatin' like we're fuckin' stars (Ha!) Fightin' with security, throwing shit, no fucks given now I'ma call the riot, the cops are coming, we'll burn it down (Blaow!) Fuck the law, bitch we are crazy and here we're going nuts (Fuck 'em!) We gon' have the most with the moment they go and close the club (Ha!) Someone's got the Jäger so it's about to get fuckin' fun (Yeah!) This is not a party unless we're tryin' to fuck shit up [Chorus: Claas] If you see us riding in the club we 'bout to fuck shit up If you're rockin' with us, show us love! Go and fuck shit up Got that cultshit within our blood! You know we fuck shit up We don't give a fuck, our middles up! Yeah! Fuck shit up! We fuck shit up! You know we fuck shit up We about to fuck shit up! Can't stop, us fuck shit up! So if you're rockin' with us, show us love! (Fight, fight!) We don't give a fuck, our middles up! (Fight, fight!) [Verse 2: Insane Poetry] This the god of war, lyric carnivore, I am the fuckin' truth Butcher Knife, LSP realest up in this fuckin' booth Legendary lyricist killing shit from the West Coast Bodied everything, sentiment to my death cult Circle saw and that axe, Team Snuff and we fuck shit up Turnt up to the max, basket case and I'm a fucking nut Treat the game like a pap smear, see I get up all in her fuckin' guts Clean the walls of these whack niggas Goodfellas and we whack niggas Skitzo and the homie Claas all know me as that insane poet Human Torch spittin' written lyrics So hot my mouth is flame throwin' In the cut like lacerated flesh in case you ain't know it Put the axe to your back with the wrath then split your frame open Don't try to fix me cuz I ain't broken, no joke It's not an LSP party if no one got they nose broken Caught inside that mosh pit with flying fish we drunk as fuck Shouts out to Lo Key and Thommy Nekro, they fuck shit up [Chorus: Claas] If you see us riding in the club we 'bout to fuck shit up If you're rockin' with us, show us love! Go and fuck shit up Got that cultshit within our blood! You know we fuck shit up We don't give a fuck, our middles up! Yeah! Fuck shit up! We fuck shit up! You know we fuck shit up We about to fuck shit up! Can't stop, us fuck shit up! So if you're rockin' with us, show us love! (Fight, fight!) We don't give a fuck, our middles up! (Fight, fight!) [Verse 3: Skitzomichigan] Ask this Fool Monty, my blood is grande I don't want that half, bitch, I want the full monty Pablo Picasso, Adderall in my nostril I grab my chrome and shatter bones until I saw a fossil They said I had no class so I went and found him Now it's Insane Poetry plus this LSP around him RIP to Geno, to Dark Half that I'm on my shit I'm in The Roxy with this dab pen stapled to my lip, sorry SCUM 'Cause I know I shouldn't be smokin' in the building But this liquid marijuana it got me drunk and catching feelings Now we goin' back and forth, this attendance you and me, I want my bread Gluten free and my vision in 3D Plus this THC influence me to make my mind go cocky in my pocket I keep this rocket shit so big when I cut a little blood at yo socket Slow down let me change the topic Yes, I'm schizophrenic, homie please don't panic Blowing kisses at the moon while the devil dancing [Chorus: Claas] If you see us riding in the club we 'bout to fuck shit up If you're rockin' with us, show us love! Go and fuck shit up Got that cultshit within our blood! You know we fuck shit up We don't give a fuck, our middles up! Yeah! Fuck shit up! We fuck shit up! You know we fuck shit up We about to fuck shit up! Can't stop, us fuck shit up! So if you're rockin' with us, show us love! (Fight, fight!) We don't give a fuck, our middles up! (Fight, fight!)