[Intro: Lil Wyte]

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 I'm sayin?

[Chorus: Lil Wyte]

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!

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

It's the Juice, up in the club

So raise your set high in the air and show me love

We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pure

It’s just Saliva and Three 6 Mafia in ya 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're scared, then get your ass up out of here

[Verse 2: 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 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

[Chorus: Lil Wyte]

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!

[Verse 3: 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 cheddar 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 is 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!

[Chorus: Lil Wyte]

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!

[Verse 4: Lil Wyte]

See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the Bay

I do not play, you best have 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

'Cause if I see you, I'm creepin' up from behind

You better hide, you're 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 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!