Fuckin’ You Up

Lyrics

[Part 1: Fuckin' You Up ft. King Gordy] [Intro: Bizarre] Yeah, yeah, yeah, D-Twizzie We smoke nothing but Kush nigga I'm high in the sky right now Fuck your mother Medical Marijuana My team is raw Fuck y'all [Verse 1: Bizarre] '87 Maserati, two gold Benz Bumping "Lodi Dodi", two old friends Twelve gauge, cocked and loaded Obama's in office bitch, be glad that you voted I'm bad news, ridin' on a bad ass cruise Move down the city slick, here's some bad ass shoes Smack my bitch, now I'm on YouTube with some bad ass views Now what the fuck I supposed to do? Head in a trance, I wanna see you dance Weed stink, like a rapper from France Face rotten, Lace socks, cotton Tie you up, watch you get fucked by Antoine Dodson And he ain't stoppin', I'm straight Nick coppin' Old school, white on white Reebok and Can't tell me shit 'Cause, bitch, I am the shit And the hard tuna fish You smell this nasty shit? Nasty dick, for a nasty bitch (Fuck me in my ass) Let me do some nasty shit (I wanna fuck D12) I got a nasty clique (Who's your security guard?) His name is Nasty Rick (He's cute...) (Fuck him!) Let me suck on your nasty clit You just a dirty bitch [Hook: King Gordy] We like violence! We like fightin'! Bitch, I'm Tyson! (I feel like fuckin' you up) With rights and left jabs be [?] Be quite the fire! (But I feel like fuckin' you up) You better protect yourself Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up) But you need to ask yourself: "Is he gon' beat my ass to death?" [Verse 2: King Gordy] This is insanity, y'all Picture a man finger fucking his family dog Lick on its ass, stick it up in its vaginal walls Damn, he's having a ball, dog scratching my balls Plan to jam my hands in the ass of this dog Now he's laughing at y'all, you think he's insane But has a unique brain to wrestle with gods I put Zeus in a figure four, Allah will get beat and forced On your knees, you will bleed from Gordy intercourse Am I sick? Of course, I wear two horns, I will hit a dwarf So hard in the fucking face with the poles at the North Where Santa Claus at? While I'm still in the D Top illin' with some top tens [?] straw hat The king of horror-core, there's a fetus on the floor Been fucked by a four year old, eat her hole some more Till that fucking dead baby comes Visions of dead babies hung by their legs There's the head of your baby son [Hook: King Gordy] We like violence! We like fightin'! Bitch, I'm Tyson! (I feel like fuckin' you up) With rights and left jabs be [?] Be quite the fire! (But I feel like fuckin' you up) You better protect yourself Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up) But you need to ask yourself: "Is he gon' beat my ass to death?" [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] I sit in a dirty room with candles lit With an alligator and pit, I'm laughin' at naked mannequins With crack in the fryin' pan shootin' up smack in my right hand I never leave the crib without contraband I ain't human, I'm half man, an alien With an attitude of a Taliban strapped with Nitrogen To collide and die, every chance that I can They don't wanna try, I'm a man with lyrical cancer The Devil can't even dance with me To be heinous, I was made to be Like a poison soaked in a handkerchief Walking behind your bitch I put the cloth to her lips like Dahmer And drag her out of that bar I'm a problem, psychopathic goblin This llama tear the bladder outta the abdomen faster than zombies Get that ass beat, like a Nazi in Vietnam With a swastika sign that's tatted on his body [Hook: King Gordy, Young Zee, both] We like violence! We like fightin'! Bitch, I'm Tyson! (I feel like fuckin' you up) With rights and left jabs be [?] Be quite the fire! (But I feel like fuckin' you up) You better protect yourself Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up) But you need to ask yourself: "Is he gon' beat my ass to death?" (Let's go, yeah) [Part II: Young Zee Freestyle] [Verse 4: Young Zee] I make the three-eight and four-five blast Two guns at once when I multi-task Bow-bow-bow-bow, they both blastin' off Two clips'll flip your lil' Volkswagen Golf It's Doctor Drankenstein I change my mind into Genghis Khan You dudes face the Führer You wanna kill my pets, man, you Ace Ventura Man, lay down and face the sky Whole new episode, a thousand ways to die Young, man, I cock and squeeze it Turn your lil' bitch to a quadriplegic Off the Pabst Blue Ribbon I slap two women and go back to prison Get a knife stuck in your gut I'm down with D12 and I feel like fuckin' you up [Outro: DJ Young Mase] Shout out to Young Zee