J Thrill - f**in' You Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Bizarre] '87 Maserati Two gold Benz, bumping "Lodi Dodi" Two old friends, twelve gauge co*ked and loaded, Obama's in office b**h, she glad that she wrote it, I'm bad news Riding on a bad a** cruise, move down the city slick Here's some bad a** shoes, smack my b**h Now I'm on YouTube with some bad a** views Now what the f** I supposed to do? Head in a trance I wanna see you dance, weed stink Like a rapper from France, face rotten Late soxy cotton, tie you up Watch you get f**ed 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** 'Cause, b**h, I am the sh** and the hard tuna fish You smell this nasty sh**? Nasty dick For a nasty b**h (f** me in my a**) Let me do some nasty sh** (I wanna f** dude's balls) I got a nasty clique (Who's your security guard?) His name is Nasty Rick (He's cute...) (f** him!) Let me [?] your nasty clit You just a dirty b**h [Hook: King Gordy] We like violence! We like fightin'! b**h, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f**in' you up) With rights and left jabs be [?] [?] quite the fire! (But I feel like f**in' you up) You better protect yourself Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f**in' you up) But you need to ask yourself: "Is he gon' beat my a** to d**h?" [Verse 2: King Gordy] This is insanity, y'all Picture a man finger f**ing his family dog Lick on its a**, stick it up in its vaginal walls Damn, he's having a ball, dog scratching my balls Plan to jam my hands in the a** 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**ing face with the poles at the North Where Santa Claus at? While I'm still in the D Top illin' with some [?] straw hat The king of horrorcore, there's a fetus on the floor Been f**ed by a four year old, eat her whole [?] Till that f**ing 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**h, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f**in' you up) With rights and left jabs be [?] [?] quite the fire! (But I feel like f**in' you up) You better protect yourself Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f**in' you up) But you need to ask yourself: "Is he gon' beat my a** to d**h?" [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**h 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 out of the abdomen faster than zombies Get that a** 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**h, I'm Tyson! (I feel like f**in' you up) With rights and left jabs be [?] [?] quite the fire! (But I feel like f**in' you up) You better protect yourself Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like f**in' you up) But you need to ask yourself: "Is he gon' beat my a** to d**h?" (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 car It's Doctor Drankenstein I change my mind into Genghis Khan You dudes face the Führer You wanna k** my pets, man, you Ace Ventura Man, lay down and face the sky Whole new episode, a thousand ways to die Young, man, I co*k and squeeze it Turn your lil b**h 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**in' you up [Outro: DJ Young Mase] Shout out to Young Zee