Fuckin You Up - Bizarre, D12, King Gordy

'87 Maserati

Two gold Benz, bumping «Lodi Dodi»

Two old friends, twelve gauge

Cocked and loaded, Obama’s in office

Bitch, she glad that she wrote it, I’m bad news

Riding on a bad ass cruise, move down the city slick

Here’s some bad ass shoes, smack my bitch

Now I’m on YouTube with some bad ass views

Now what the fuck 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 fucked by Antoine Dodson and he ain’t stoppin'

I’m straight Nick coppin', old school

White on white Reebok and can’t tell me shit

'Cause, bitch, I am the shit and the hard tuna fish

You smell this nasty shit?

Nasty dick

For a nasty bitch (Fuck me in my ass)

Let me do some nasty shit (I wanna fuck dude’s balls)

I got a nasty clique (Who's your security guard?)

His name is Nasty Rick (He's cute…) (Fuck him!)

Let me suck on your nasty clit

You just a dirty bitch

We like violence!

We like fightin'!

Bitch, I’m Tyson!

(I feel like fuckin' you up)

With rights and left jabs be

Be quite the fire!

(But I feel like fuckin' you up)

You better protect yourself

Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up)

But you need to ask yourself:

«Is he gon' beat my ass to death?»

This is insanity, y’all

Picture a man finger fucking 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 fucking 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 horrorcore, there’s a fetus on the floor

Been fucked by a four year old, eat her whole

Till that fucking dead baby comes

Visions of dead babies hung by their legs

There’s the head of your baby son

We like violence!

We like fightin'!

Bitch, I’m Tyson!

(I feel like fuckin' you up)

With rights and left jabs be

Be quite the fire!

(But I feel like fuckin' you up)

You better protect yourself

Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up)

But you need to ask yourself:

«Is he gon' beat my ass to death?»

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 bitch

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

We like violence!

We like fightin'!

Bitch, I’m Tyson!

(I feel like fuckin' you up)

With rights and left jabs be

Be quite the fire!

(But I feel like fuckin' you up)

You better protect yourself

Too many punches are bad for your health (I feel like fuckin' you up)

But you need to ask yourself:

«Is he gon' beat my ass to death?»

(Let's go, yeah)

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 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 cock and squeeze it

Turn your lil bitch 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 fuckin' you up

Shout out to Young Zee