Eminem - Throw It Up lyrics

Aye boo get these motherf**ers and pa** that jack I see you b**hes talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' sh** Get the f** from round' here, you don't rep my sh** You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it b**h! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up! Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it b**h Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up! You ain't ready for it b**h I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run So why would I wanna break sh** 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** you in that p**y carpet you munch If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one billionth Really you kiddin', b**h 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**ers 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**h you better take 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 f** 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**, Sufferin' succotash, yeah s** a dick, b**h I see you b**hes talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' sh** Get the f** from round' here, you don't rep my sh** You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it b**h! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up! Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it b**h Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up! You ain't ready for it b**h b**h please you don't wanna step up to this Misses G-A-N-G-S-T-A will make a n***a hit his knees when I'm up in the buildin', preach it to my children I don't be takin' no sh** from you haters You'll make me hurt one of your feelings (Ha ha ha), 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** Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit b**h, I was born on the Mississippi River Take no sh** from a b**h or a n***a So so crazy gotta f**ed up temper Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya Ha ha, I got a crazy a** mind game Ma n***a, I'm a lion, untamed Hunt ya a** down in my jungle, I do this I tell them hoes, "You ain't ready for it b**h!" I see you b**hes talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' sh** Get the f** from round' here, you don't rep my sh** You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it b**h! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up! Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it b**h Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up! You ain't ready for it b**h I see you b**hes talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof, off this motherf**er 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 c*nt 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 a**hole, 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**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, s*ut, ho Skidda dee da da 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 eight in hoes! Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you motherf**in' ho 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 motherf**in' 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**h throw it up I see you b**hes talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin'