Throw It Up

作词 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers

作曲 : Michael Atha/W. Washington/L. Mitchell/M. Mathers

I see you b*****s talking loud but you aint saying shit

Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my shit

You aint from my city, you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b***h

Now throw it up, （yeah hoe）

throw it up （yeah hoe）

Throw it up （yeah hoe）

You aint ready for it b***h,

throw it up

（Yeah hoe） throw it up

throw it up

You aint ready for it b***h

I already got 2 cars on the yard that don't run

So why would I wanna break shit down for you

Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch

Here the king of archery come, with a cracker d**k

The f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch

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

Baby really, you kidding, b***h I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stuntin like my daddy

d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama

Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump

And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over mutha****as in first

I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet

I'm outta this earth, right （yeah hoe）

But I just hit the surface

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

Where the keys?

b***h you better check your purse

I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I'm feeling I might just hit the curb

So get the **** outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog

Yelawolf and Eminem, ****!

Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a d**k b***h

I see you b*****s talking loud but you aint saying shit

Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my shit

You aint from my city, you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b***h

Now throw it up, （yeah hoe） throw it up （yeah hoe）

Throw it up （yeah hoe） throw it up

You aint ready for it b***h, throw it up

（Yeah hoe） throw it up

You aint ready for it b***h

b***h please you don't wanna step up to this misses

G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees when

I'm up in the building, preaching to my children

I don't be taking no shit from you haters

You make me hurt one of your feelings

hahahahaha, Na-nani-nah-nah

Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now

You be on that…is ****ed up

Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit

b***h, I was born on the Mississippi river

Take no shit from a b***h or a nigga

So so crazy got a f-cked up temper

Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm worser

I'll hurt ya

I got a crazy *ss mind game

My nigga, I'm a lion untamed

Hunt ya *ss down in my jungle

I do this, I tell them hoes

You aint ready for it b***h

I see you b*****s talking loud but you aint saying shit

Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my shit

You aint from my city, you don't know about this

You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b***h

Now throw it up, （yeah hoe） throw it up （yeah hoe）

Throw it up （yeah hoe） throw it up

You aint ready for it b***h, throw it up

（Yeah hoe） throw it up

You aint ready for it b***h

Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this muthaf-cka

You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant

Hello tuts you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt

Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want

They say I act like an *sshole

When I pull up at the White Castle

And I ask for an application, throw it back in her face an'

Tell the b***h 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?

b***h you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE

Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada 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, was locked, what about some shoes I thought

Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know

They don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh!

This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags

What a trailer trash pioneer?

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

I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of 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!

Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident

I went to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED

But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little b***h throw it up