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eminem - throw it up lyrics

[yelawolf]
aye boo get these motherf-ckers
and p-ss that jack

[hook]
i see you b-tches talkin’ loud
but you ain’t sayin’ sh-t
get the f-ck from round’ here
you don’t rep my sh-t
you ain’t from my city
you don’t know about this
you want that drama
you ain’t ready for it b-tch!

now throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up!
throw it up! (yeah ho) you ain’t ready for it b-tch
throw it up! (yeah ho) throw it up! throw it up!
you ain’t ready for it b-tch

[yelawolf]
i already got…
2 cars in the yard that don’t run, so why would i wanna break sh-t down for
you?
better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that i launch
here the king of archery come, with a cracker d-ck…
to f-ck you in that p-ssy carpet you munch
if i’m not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
barely then really you kidding, b-tch 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
b-mp, b-mp, b-mp, b-mp
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?) b-tch 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, sh-t…
sufferin’ succotash, yeah suck a d-ck, b-tch

[gangsta boo]
b-tch please you don’t wanna step up to this mrs
g-a-n-g-s-t-a
will make a n-gg- hit his knees when

i’m up in the buildin’
preach it to my children
i don’t be takin’ no sh-t 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 bullsh-t
run into this gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit, b-tch
i was born on the mississippi riva’
take no sh-t from a b-tch or a n-gg-
so so crazy gotta f-cked up temper
bi-pola’, not nicki i’m worser, i’ll hurt ya
haha, i got a crazy -ss mind game
ma n-gg-, i’m a lion, untamed
hunt ya -ss down in my jungle
i do this
i tell them hoes
“you ain’t ready for it b-tch!”

[eminem]
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
h-llo toots, you look so eloquent, that’s what i tell a c-nt
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 -sshole, when i pull up at the white castle
and i ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in her face an’
tell the b-tch 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-tch you better pop in a cd of me immediately, sl-t, 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 b-tch throw it up

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