Mosh Pit (feat. Josey Scott & Lil Wyte) - Explicit Album Version

Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that HCP
 We 'bout to throw these boys in a motherfuckin mosh pit
 For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is
 It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant motherfuckers gettin' the
 Shit whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what im sayin?
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 Its the Juice, up in the club
 So raise your set high in the air and show me love
 We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pure
 Its just alot of Three 6 Mafia in your ear
 We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt
 We snatchin' bitches beatin' 'em down in the dirt
 We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs
 So if you scary get your ass up out of here
 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 fuck with us but I don't blame 'em
 They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns
 Roll with them punches motherfucker don't run
 Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!)
 Clear the room motherfucker like click click (boom!)
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 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 killer 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' ass!
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!
 Stomp 'em in the mosh pit!
 Swing your motherfuckin fists and beat em in the mosh pit!
 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 getty that you done found
 I am the man, you are a lame
 I'll fuck 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 killers, and drug dealers
 And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller
 Throw 'em in the mosh pit!