No Reason (The Mosh Pit Song)

Lyrics

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne] We are legion This Tecca Nina in yo' arena We saw no reason [Chorus: Y2] Yeah, start shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, our shit For no reason, the hardest For no reason, start shit For no reason, mob shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, mosh pit [Post-Chorus: Y2] I just think you fuckin' with the wrong one Times like this I don't know how to have fun I think I'ma fuck somebody up (Fuck 'em up) You gon' need someone to hold you up What the fuck [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] My city, stand up Stoppin' people that got animosity and what Copying me and the property, poppy, ya jammed up We're akhis that can bust, don't mock me, the brand's us Strange Music, the gang shoot this right at the fakers That came stupid with the claim You'll get took for your change and name usage Steppin' to me, link with Atlanta, you're losin' definitely Ready for ruckus, really we reppin' the B (ah, ah) This the eviction notice, missile him quick then go get Hitters, consider me and my niggas be sick and roguish Stop, you ain't ready to brawl, you can't hang Lock hit you dead in the jaw, you claim Strange It ain't K, tell Kan City to jam with me You damn sissy, eat up the object that stands stiffly in my pants with me Never honor who bringing drama to the Don, if you continue Not gonna do what I common do, guess what I'ma do [Chorus: Y2 & Machine Gun Kelly] Start shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, our shit For no reason, the hardest For no reason, start shit For no reason, mob shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, mosh pit (Let's get to it) [Post-Chorus: Y2 & Machine Gun Kelly] I just think you fuckin' with the wrong one (The wrong one, no) Times like this I don't know how to have fun (I don't know) I think I'ma fuck somebody up, fuck 'em up (Gunna) You gon' need someone to hold you up (Hold you up, huh?) What the fuck [Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly] Look, it's only one option (White), you gon' need a doctor I ain't talkin' 'bout the one from Compton Arms, feet, legs all gone like I'm Don Corleone Hiring James Bond, that's what I'm on Remain calm but aware that I'm armed and dangerous See double X's and know that the gang with us So hang tight, I'm trying to get this right You think 'cause I wrote a pop hit that I won't pop shit? The fuck's wrong with you Pop-Tarts? I pop cherries and popstars, you popsicles is not hard Popped in on the top charts out the cop car To remind y'all you just rap, you're not Gods And I don't care who got bars Because they don't acknowledge mine, so show me who got scars Show me the greatest on the stage and the arena Bet they point they finger up at the Gunner and Tecca N9na [Bridge: Y2] I just think you fuckin' with the wrong one Times like this I don't know how to have fun I think I'ma fuck somebody up You gon' need someone to hold you up What the fuck [Verse 3: Y2] She will not leave a bunch of passes I just wanna see that ass, yeah Caribou Lou in my glass, yeah I start a riot by accident Somebody's bitch showin' ass again I should start throwin' some cash again Pushing the crowd, we harassin' them If you start makin' me mad, I [Chorus: Y2] Start shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, our shit For no reason, the hardest For no reason, start shit For no reason, mob shit For no reason, mosh pit For no reason, mosh pit [Outro: Krizz Kaliko] We are legion We saw a reason