Throitup - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Yelawolf/Gangsta Boo

Aye Boo get these motherf**kers

And pass that jack

I see you b**ches talking loud but you ain't saying sh*t

Get the f**k from round here you don't rep my sh*t

You ain't from my city you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you ain't ready for it b**ch

Now throw it up Yeah ho Throw it up

Throw it up Yeah ho You ain't ready for it b**ch

Throw it up Yeah ho Throw it up Throw it up

You ain't ready for it b**ch

I already got 2 cars in a yard that don't run

So why would I wanna break sh*t down for you

Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch

Here the king if archery come

With a cracker dick to f**k you and that p**sy carpet you munch

If I'm not hardly the one

You must be barely the one

Billy if really you're kidding

B**ch I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stunting like my daddy

Dr dr drinking like my mama

Co co country like my uncle

Stuttering like a CD in a dunk

P p p punk

And I'm in a blue Chevy running over motherf**kers in first

I ain't even shift gears yet

I ain't even here yet I'm outta this earth right yeah hoe

But I just hit the surface and I'm about to walk into a bank

Wit a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk

Where the keys

B**ch you better check your purse I got a brick of herb

And I hit the syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb

So get the f**k outta my way buddy

You don't wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog

I see you b**ches talking loud but you ain't saying sh*t

Get the f**k from round here you don't rep my sh*t

I see you b**ches talking loud but you ain't saying sh*t

Get the f**k from round here you don't rep my sh*t

You ain't from my city you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you ain't ready for it b**ch

Now throw it up Yeah ho Throw it up

Throw it up Yeah h*e You ain't ready for it b**ch

Throw it up Yeah h*e Throw it up Throw it up

You ain't ready for it b**ch

B**ch please you don't want to step up to this Mrs.

G A N G S T A Boo make a n**ga hit his knees

I'm up in the building

Preaching to my children

I don't be taking no sh*t from you haters

Youll make me hurt one of your feelings

Naa naa ne naa naa

Pick your face up off the floor

I got you feeling sad naa

You be on that hokeewag

Hokeewag is bullsh*t

Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit b**ch

I was born on the Mississippi River

Take no sh*t from a b**ch or a n**ga

So so crazy got a f**ked up temper

Bipolar not Nikki I'm worser Ill hurt you

I gotta crazy a** mind game

My n**ga I'm a lion untamed

Hunt your a** down in my jungle

I do this I tell them h*es

You ain't ready for it b**ch

I see you b**ches talking loud but you ain't saying sh*t

Get the f**k from round here you don't rep my sh*t

You ain't from my city you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you ain't ready for it b**ch

Now throw it up Yeah h*e Throw it up

Throw it up Yeah h*e You ain't ready for it b**ch

Throw it up Yeah h*e Throw it up Throw it up

You ain't ready for it b**ch

I see you b**ches taking loud

But you don't want that sh*t

Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherf**ker

You ain't got the oomph you're a hoof to the foot of an elephant

Hello toots you look so eloquent that's what I tell a cunt

Come sit up front cause you're kicking my seat

And I'm trying to the tell the cashier what I want

They say I act like an asshole when I pull up at the White Castle

And I ask for an appli-cation throw it back in their face and

Tell the b**ch I'm a rapper then I wrap her

In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK

You expect me to be proper

B**ch you better pop in a CD of me immediately slut h*e

Prada Not a chance I was thinking about buying you some clothes

But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart but the doors

Was locked what about some shoes

I thought great I suppose

So I go to Payless but what do you know

They didn't carry a size 8 in h*es

Oh This is ugly boy swag putting toe tags on you motherf**king ho bags

What a trailer trash pioneer I am yeah that's why I'm here

I don't got a rhyme book its more like a motherf**king diary that diarrhea

Me Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two

About sign language middle fingers aimed at you

So we don't gotta scream at you

Ow I just bit my bottom lip it was an accident

I went to go tell them all to go get f**ked

But I'm never gonna bite my tongue little b**ch throw it up

I see you b**ches taking loud

But you don't want that sh*t