f*ckin’ You Up lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, D-Twizzie
We smoke nothing but Kush n*gga
I'm high in the sky right now
f*ck your mother
Medical Marijuana
My team is raw
f*ck y'all

[Verse 1: Bizarre]
'87 Maserati, two gold Benz
Bumping "Lodi Dodi", two old friends
Twelve gauge, c*cked and loaded
Obama's in office b*tch, 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 b*tch, now I'm on YouTube with some bad ass views
Now what the f*ck 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 f*cked by Antoine Dodson
And he ain't stoppin', I'm straight Nick coppin'
Old school, white on white Reebok and
Can't tell me sh*t
'Cause, b*tch, I am the sh*t
And the hard tuna fish
You smell this nasty sh*t?
Nasty di*k, for a nasty b*tch (f*ck me in my ass)
Let me do some nasty sh*t (I wanna f*ck D12)
I got a nasty clique (Who's your security guard?)
His name is Nasty Rick (He's cute...) (f*ck him!)
Let me suck on your nasty clit
You just a dirty b*tch
[Hook: King Gordy]
We like violence! We like fightin'!
b*tch, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f*ckin' you up)
With rights and left jabs be [?]
Be quite the fire! (But I feel like f*ckin' you up)
You better protect yourself
Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f*ckin' 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cked by a four year old, eat her hole some more
Till that f*cking 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'!
b*tch, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f*ckin' you up)
With rights and left jabs be [?]
Be quite the fire! (But I feel like f*ckin' you up)
You better protect yourself
Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f*ckin' 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 b*tch
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'!
b*tch, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f*ckin' you up)
With rights and left jabs be [?]
Be quite the fire! (But I feel like f*ckin' you up)
You better protect yourself
Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f*ckin' you up)
But you need to ask yourself:
"Is he gon' beat my ass to death?" (Let's go, yeah)

[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 c*ck and squeeze it
Turn your lil' b*tch 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 f*ckin' you up

[Outro: DJ Young Mase]
Shout out to Young Zee