[Intro: Yelawolf] Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers And pass that jack
[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 about this You don’t 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 1: Yelawolf] I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’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 Wit’ a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch If I’m not hardly the one You must be barely the one Billy if really you’re kiddin’ Bitch I’m the prodigal son And I’m stuntin’ like my daddy Dr-dr-drinkin’ like my mama Co-co-country like my uncle Stuttering like a CD in a dunk P-p-p-punk And I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ over motherfuckers 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, Wit’ 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 I’m feeling like I might just hit the curb So get the fuck outta my way buddy You don’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem shit Sufferin’ succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch
[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 about this You don’t 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 2: Eminem] Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker You ain’t got the oomph 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 tryin’ 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 I’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 skeedideedada Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkin’ about buyin’ 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, puttin’ toe tags on you motherfuckin’ ho bags What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, that’s why I’m here I don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherfuckin’ diary that 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 fucked But I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up