Mad House lyrics

What up, though

[Intro]
(Ladies and gentlemen:
To those of you who are easily frightened, we suggest you turn away now
To those of you who think they can take it, welcome… to the mad house)

[Verse 1]

We in this motherf*cker, we going crazy
Hoodies up, trainers on, everybody shady
Take your shots at the bar, the liquor don't faze me
Gentlemen and Ladies
Welcome to the (mad house)

The bass'll blow your chest off, we party on the low end
Staring at the DJ, we know we finna go in
We goin' all out, everybody shown' out
Ladies and Gentlemen
Welcome to the (mad house)

The bass kick hits low, certified schizo
Ears ringing all night, you know how this sh*t go
Acting like you don't when you know what this sh*t about
Hummer say it one more time (Welcome… to the mad house)
Massive in the dance, got the magic in my hands
I'm a take a quick pull then I pass it to my man
And I'm so lit, on one, banging 'till the song done
Damn, what you looking at? Homie, I'm the wrong one

Badman, big boy, playing with them sick toys
[?] up in this b*tch, I'm making big noise
Ha, screaming at these motherf*ckers
What it is, my whole team up in these motherf*ckers

My clan, my clique, my crew, my troop
We sweating up a storm, we ain't trying to be cute
as*h*les, elbows, Timbos, shell toes
2 AM, the bar close, we going home? Hell no!

(turn away now)

[Interlude]
What up though...
Shout out to LA, to the UK, [?], Pure Filth, 3x, Breakage, and my motherf*cking DJ Magi, Chase & Status!

(Ladies and gentlemen:
To those of you who are easily frightened, we suggest you turn away now
To those of you who think they can take it, welcome… to the mad house)

[Verse 2]
We back at it, analog static
Music so thick that you feel like you could grab it
The bass cabinet slappin', everybody packed in
It feels like you trapped in a motherf*cking (mad house)
Insane and crazy, sick with it, manie
Berzerk, bananas, can't none of y'all save me?
I'm out of line, I'm ahead of my time
Take a look into my eyes, it's a motherf*cking (mad house)

Blacked out, hammered down, n*gga, why you standing 'round?
Everybody standing 'round, come on, man, we getting down
Throw your hands up, Chase & Status, this is killer sh*t
Ladies up in this b*tch… (welcome… to the mad house)

I can't hear you over this baseline
Shut the f*ck up b*tch, y'all n*ggas can't rhyme
(y'all n*ggas can't rhyme) y'all n*ggas can't rhyme
(y'all n*ggas can't rhyme) y'all n*ggas can't rhyme

I can't hear you over this baseline
Shut the f*ck up b*tch, y'all n*ggas can't rhyme
Y'all n*ggas can't rhyme
(y'all n*ggas can't rhyme) you motherf*ckers can't rhyme, ha!

[Outro]
Word up! From Mid City to Brixton
Motherf*ckers talking sh*t, man, like
I've been in the basement with the Pure Filth crew and, dancing to this dubstep sh*t way before y'all motherf*ckers thought it was cool
So say what you want, but you can suck my di*k, man
Shout out DJ Magi, Chase & Status, living legends
Murs, motherf*cker, for President
(Turn away now!)

(Welcome!)