Motorhead - "Born To Raise Hell" Featuring Ice-T and Whitfield Crane

"Born to Raise Hell" is a song by the British rock band Motörhead. Originally written by Lemmy Kilmister, it plays over the opening credits of the 1994 film Airheads.

The song was released as a single in October 1994, it is a re-recorded of the original featuring Ice-T and Ugly Kid Joe lead singer Whitfield Crane.

A-my, my, my
Alright
Listen up here, I'll make it quite clear
I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear
Shake and bop, don't you stop
Dance like a maniac until you drop
I don't mind, I don't mind
I can run a razor right up your spine
What are you waiting for?
What do you think you were created for?
Show us you care, show us you dare
You don't know what happened, not if you weren't there
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
We know how to do it, and we do it real well
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Voodoo medicine, cast my spell
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Play that guitar just like ringin' a bell
Take it or leave it
Going for broke, rock 'til you choke
It don't matter if you drink or smoke
Speak through the beat, get up on your feet
Sweating like a hound dog, white as a sheet
Don't you be scared, don't you be scared
Everybody's terrified, it don't seem fair
What are you waiting for?
What do you think you were created for?
Out of your seat, blind in the heat
Do the nasty boogie, mama, stomp your feet
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
We know how to do it, and we do it real well
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Go back to zero, take a pill and get well
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Be a good soldier and die where you fell
It's your number
My-my-my-my-my-my-my-my
Come on, come on, come on
Come on and boogie
Come on and boogie now
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, right baby
Take it or leave it, right
Won't you believe it?
Give it back, give it back, give it back
Give it back, give it back, give it back
Give it back, give it back, give it back
Stop
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
We know how to do it, and we do it real well
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Go on out and boogie 'cause you never can tell
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
Be a good soldier and die where you fell
Born to raise hell, born to raise hell
We know how to do it, and we do it real well
Stand up
My-my-my-my-my-my-my-my
Your mama, your mama, your mama
It goes for shows, do where it goes
Don't ever eat your liver
You better take it or leave it, son
That's a thing that's around me, baby