EMINEM

EMINEM - Throw It Up

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Aye Boo Get these motherf*ckers

And pass that jack

I see you bitches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' shit

Get the f*ck from round' here

You don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city

You don't know about this

You want that drama

You ain't ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it Up!

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it bitch

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up!

You ain't ready for it bitch

I already got...

2 cars in the yard that don't run, so why would I wanna break shit down for

You?

Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch

Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick...

To f*ck you in that pussy carpet you munch

If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one

Barely then really you kidding, bitch I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stuntin' like my daddy, d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama

C-C-country like my uncles, stutterin' like a CD in a donk

BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP

And I'm in a blue Chevy, runnin' over motherf*ckers in first

I ain't even shift gears yet, I ain't even here yet, I'm outta this Earth

Right? (Yeah ho! ) But I just hit the surface

And I'm 'bout to walk into a bank with a shank and a black can of paint to

Check the clerk

(Where the keys?) Bitch you better take your purse! I got a brick of herb

And a hit to serve, and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb

So get the f*ck outta my way buddy you don't wanna walk around the chicken

House

With a heart of a puppy dog with Yelawolf and Eminem, shit...

Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick, bitch

I see you bitches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' shit

Get the f*ck from round' here

You don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city

You don't know about this

You want that drama

You ain't ready for it bitch!

Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this Mrs

G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Will make a nigga hit his knees when

I'm up in the buildin'

Preach it to my children

I don't be takin' no shit from you haters

You'll make me hurt one of your feelings (HAHAHAHA)

Nah nah ni nah nah, pick your face up off the floor

I got you feelin' sad now

You be on that Hokey Wag

Hokey Wag is bullshit

Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit, bitch

I was born on the Mississippi Riva'

Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga

So so crazy gotta f*cked up temper

Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya

Haha, I got a crazy ass mind game

Ma nigga, I'm a lion, Untamed

Hunt ya ass down in my jungle

I do this

I tell them hoes

"You ain't ready for it bitch!"

I see you bitches talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' shit

Get the f*ck from round' here

You don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city

You don't know about this

You want that drama

You ain't ready for it bitch!

Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof, off this motherf*cker

You ain't got the umph, 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 kickin' 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 her face an'

Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack 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, HO

Skidda dee da da. Prada? Nadda

Chance I was thinkin' 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'dya know

They didn't carry a size 8 in HOES!... Oh!

This is ugly boy swag (yeah), puttin' toe tags

On you motherf*cking ho bags, what a trailer trash pi-o-neer

I am here, that's why I'm here

I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a motherf*ckin' diary of diarrhea!

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

'Bout 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 'em all to go get BUCKED

But I'm never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up

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