Murs - 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**er, 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 ba**'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 ba** kick hits low, certified schizo Ears ringing all night, you know how this sh** go Acting like you don't when you know what this sh** about Hummer say it one more time (Welcome… to the mad house) Ma**ive in the dance, got the magic in my hands I'm a take a quick pull then I pa** 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**h, I'm making big noise Ha, screaming at these motherf**ers What it is, my whole team up in these motherf**ers My clan, my clique, my crew, my troop We sweating up a storm, we ain't trying to be cute a**holes, 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**ing 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, an*log static Music so thick that you feel like you could grab it The ba** cabinet slappin', everybody packed in It feels like you trapped in a motherf**ing (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**ing (mad house) Blacked out, hammered down, n***a, why you standing 'round? Everybody standing 'round, come on, man, we getting down Throw your hands up, Chase & Status, this is k**er sh** Ladies up in this b**h… (welcome… to the mad house) I can't hear you over this baseline Shut the f** up b**h, y'all n***as can't rhyme (y'all n***as can't rhyme) y'all n***as can't rhyme (y'all n***as can't rhyme) y'all n***as can't rhyme I can't hear you over this baseline Shut the f** up b**h, y'all n***as can't rhyme Y'all n***as can't rhyme (y'all n***as can't rhyme) you motherf**ers can't rhyme, ha! [Outro] Word up! From Mid City to Brixton Motherf**ers talking sh**, man, like I've been in the basement with the Pure Filth crew and, dancing to this dubstep sh** way before y'all motherf**ers thought it was cool So say what you want, but you can s** my dick, man Shout out DJ Magi, Chase & Status, living legends Murs, motherf**er, for President (Turn away now!) (Welcome!)