Three 6 Mafia - Mosh Pit lyrics

(feat. Josey Scott, Lil' Wyte) [Lil Wyte] Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherf**in mosh pit For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherf**ers gettin' the sh** whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin? [Hook: repeat 2X] Throw 'em in the mosh pit! Stomp 'em in the mosh pit! Swing your motherf**in fists and beat em in the mosh pit! [Juicy J] Its the Juice, up in the club So raise your set high in the air and show me love We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt We snatchin' b**hes beatin' 'em down in the dirt We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs So if you scary get your a** up out of here [DJ Paul] Now show them golds, and swing them bows Take your shirt off and commence to whippin' hoes We got that danger, built for a stranger Your boys scared to f** with us but I don't blame 'em They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns Roll with them punches motherf**er don't run Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!) Clear the room motherf**er like click click (boom!) [Hook 4X] [Josey Scott] Here I come, an only son I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire! So all you haters better get ready to retire I'm on the scene, I keep it mean I went from having no chedder to bling bling I got some ice, I'm never nice And I'm a k**er so don't make me say it twice Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness? And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness I'm here forever, any kind of weather You say you don't take advice you f**in' better My anger swellin', my hate it dwellin' I might be naughty or nice there ain't no tellin' My mind trash, I'm about to blast Not even a hero can save your f**in' a**! [Hook 2X] [Lil Wyte] See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the bay I do not play, you best of prayed This is my time, I'm 'bout to blind I'm smokin' pine, I am so high I'm 'bout to ride, best not collide 'Cuz if I see you I'm creepin' up from behind You better hide, you on my side You in my hood and I know I'm up in your mind I'll break it down, just like a pound Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found I am the man, you are a lame I'll f** you up worst than the effect of a plane This is the real, don't like the feel? Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill I roll with k**ers, and drug dealers And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller Throw 'em in the mosh pit! [Chris Steve talking] Yo this is Chris Steve from Saliva comin' at you I'm bumpin' this Unbreakables motherf**er You can't even get with this sh** You can't handle it You can't even f**in taste this motherf**er You know what, 'cuz this dick is in your god damn mouth b**h! f**in' dirtiest of the dirty motherf**in' south comin' at you