EMINEM - Throitup Lyrics

Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
And pass that jack

I see you bitches talkinÂ’ loud, but you ainÂ’t sayinÂ’ shit
Get the fuck from ‘round here, you don’t rep my shit
You ainÂ’t from my city, you donÂ’t know about this
You donÂ’t want that drama, you ainÂ’t ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ainÂ’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ainÂ’t ready for it bitch


I already got 2 cars in a yard that donÂ’t run
So why would I wanna break shit 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 fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If IÂ’m not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really youÂ’re kiddinÂ’
Bitch IÂ’m the prodigal son
And IÂ’m stuntinÂ’ like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkinÂ’ like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And IÂ’m in a blue Chevy runninÂ’ over motherfuckers in first
I ainÂ’t even shift gears yet,
I ainÂ’t even here yet IÂ’m outta this earth, right ,yeah hoe
But I just hit the surface and IÂ’m about to walk into a bank,
WitÂ’ a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb,
And I hit the syrup and IÂ’m feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You donÂ’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog

I see you bitches talkinÂ’ loud, but you ainÂ’t sayinÂ’ shit
Get the fuck from roundÂ’ here, you donÂ’t rep my shit
You ainÂ’t from my city, you donÂ’t know about this
You donÂ’t want that drama, you ainÂ’t ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! Yeah hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ainÂ’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ainÂ’t ready for it bitch

Bitch please, you donÂ’t want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
IÂ’m up in the building
Preaching to my children
I donÂ’t be taking no shit from you haters
YouÂ’ll 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 bullshit
Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, IÂ’m worser, IÂ’ll hurt you
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My nigga, IÂ’m a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes
You ainÂ’t ready for it bitch!

I see you bitches talkinÂ’ loud, but you ainÂ’t sayinÂ’ shit
Get the fuck from roundÂ’ here, you donÂ’t rep my shit
You ainÂ’t from my city, you donÂ’t know about this
You donÂ’t want that drama, you ainÂ’t ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! Yeah hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ainÂ’t ready for it bitch
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ainÂ’t ready for it bitch
I see you bitches takinÂ’ loud
But you donÂ’t want that shit

Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
You ainÂ’t got the oomph youÂ’re a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent thatÂ’s what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause youÂ’re kickinÂ’ my seat
And IÂ’m tryinÂ’ 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 bitch IÂ’m a rapper, then I wrap her
In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK
You expect me to be proper?
Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe
Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkinÂ’ about buyinÂ’ 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 whatÂ’do you know?
They didnÂ’t carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttinÂ’ toe tags on you motherfuckinÂ’ ho bags
What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, thatÂ’s why IÂ’m here
I donÂ’t got a rhyme book itÂ’s more like a motherfuckinÂ’ 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 donÂ’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 fucked
But IÂ’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up

I see you bitches takinÂ’ loud
But you donÂ’t want that shit
 

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