[Hook: Gangsta Boo] I see you bitches talkin' loud But you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here You don't rep my shit You ain't from my city You don't know bout' 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
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof, off this motherfucker You ain't got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant Hello tuts, 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 don't carry a size 8 in HOES! ...Oh! This is ugly boy swag (yeah), puttin' toe tags On you motherfucking 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 motherfuckin' diary of diareah! 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 not gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up