I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying **** Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my **** You aint from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b*tch Now throw it up, （yeah hoe） throw it up （yeah hoe） Throw it up （yeah hoe） You aint ready for it b*tch, throw it up （Yeah hoe） throw it up throw it up You aint ready for it b*tch
I already got 2 cars on the yard that don't run So why would I wanna break **** down for you Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch Here the king of archery come, with a cracker d*ck 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*tch 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 muthaf*ckas 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*tch 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 f*ck 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*ck b*tch
I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying **** Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my **** You aint from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b*tch 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*tch, throw it up （Yeah hoe） throw it up You aint ready for it b*tch
B*tch please you don't wanna step up to this misses G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a n*gga hit his knees when I'm up in the building, preaching to my children I don't be taking no **** 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 ******** Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit B*tch, I was born on the Mississippi river Take no **** from a b*tch or a n*gga 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 n*gga, 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*tch
I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying **** Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my **** You aint from my city, you don't know about this You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b*tch 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*tch, throw it up （Yeah hoe） throw it up You aint ready for it b*tch
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*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, 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*tch throw it up
[00:05.77]I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying **** [00:08.64]Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my **** [00:11.49]You aint from my city, you don't know about this [00:14.50]You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b*tch [00:17.47]Now throw it up, （yeah hoe） [00:18.73]throw it up （yeah hoe） [00:20.25]Throw it up （yeah hoe） [00:21.71]You aint ready for it b*tch, [00:23.26]throw it up [00:24.55]（Yeah hoe） throw it up [00:25.69]throw it up [00:27.57]You aint ready for it b*tch [00:28.84] [00:29.12]I already got 2 cars on the yard that don't run [00:31.14]So why would I wanna break **** down for you [00:32.98]Better be confused with the punchlines and bars that I launch [00:35.05]Here the king of archery come, with a cracker d*ck [00:38.48]The f-ck you and that p-ssy carpet you munch [00:40.39]If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one [00:43.19]Baby really, you kidding, b*tch I'm the prodigal son [00:46.11]And I'm stuntin like my daddy [00:47.77]d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama [00:49.17]Country like my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump [00:53.07]And I'm in a blue Chevy, running over muthaf*ckas in first [00:55.68]I aint even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet [00:57.71]I'm outta this earth, right （yeah hoe） [00:59.49]But I just hit the surface [01:00.93]And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of paint and check the clerk [01:04.13]Where the keys? [01:04.87]B*tch you better check your purse [01:05.96]I got a brick of herb and I hit this herb? and I'm feeling I might just hit the curb [01:09.75]So get the f*ck outta my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog [01:13.05]Yelawolf and Eminem, ****! [01:14.01]Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a d*ck b*tch [01:15.47] [01:15.73]I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying **** [01:18.32]Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my **** [01:21.22]You aint from my city, you don't know about this [01:24.19]You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b*tch [01:27.20]Now throw it up, （yeah hoe） throw it up （yeah hoe） [01:30.24]Throw it up （yeah hoe） throw it up [01:32.49]You aint ready for it b*tch, throw it up [01:34.38]（Yeah hoe） throw it up [01:36.61]You aint ready for it b*tch [01:38.71] [01:38.95]B*tch please you don't wanna step up to this misses [01:40.98]G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a n*gga hit his knees when [01:44.22]I'm up in the building, preaching to my children [01:47.04]I don't be taking no **** from you haters [01:48.78]You make me hurt one of your feelings [01:49.98]hahahahaha, Na-nani-nah-nah [01:51.60]Pick ya face up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now [01:55.77]You be on that…is ******** [01:58.71]Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit [02:01.64]B*tch, I was born on the Mississippi river [02:04.17]Take no **** from a b*tch or a n*gga [02:06.66]So so crazy got a f-cked up temper [02:10.31]Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm worser [02:13.24]I'll hurt ya [02:14.44]I got a crazy *ss mind game [02:16.98]My n*gga, I'm a lion untamed [02:19.98]Hunt ya *ss down in my jungle [02:21.89]I do this, I tell them hoes [02:24.34]You aint ready for it b*tch [02:25.35] [02:25.68]I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying **** [02:28.24]Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my **** [02:31.07]You aint from my city, you don't know about this [02:34.02]You don't want that drama you aint ready for it b*tch [02:37.04]Now throw it up, （yeah hoe） throw it up （yeah hoe） [02:39.83]Throw it up （yeah hoe） throw it up [02:41.58]You aint ready for it b*tch, throw it up [02:44.90]（Yeah hoe） throw it up [02:47.41]You aint ready for it b*tch [02:48.58] [03:11.01]Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this muthaf-cka [03:13.40]You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant [03:16.25]Hello tuts you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt [03:19.08]Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I want [03:22.37]They say I act like an *sshole [03:23.43]When I pull up at the White Castle [03:24.56]And I ask for an application, throw it back in her face an' [03:26.90]Tell the b*tch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper [03:29.23]That I bought from BK, you expect me to be proper? [03:31.26]B*tch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE [03:33.58]Skidda di da da. Prada? Nada chance [03:35.35]I was thinkin' about buying you some clothes [03:36.98]But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart [03:39.37]But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I thought [03:42.03]Great I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know [03:44.11]They don't carry a size 8 in HOES! Oh! [03:46.57]This is ugly boy swag, puttin' toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags [03:51.12]What a trailer trash pioneer? [03:52.93]I am here, that's why I'm here [03:54.44]I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a muthaf-ckin' diary of diarrhea! [03:57.35]Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two about sign language [04:00.59]Middle fingers aimed at you so we don't gotta SCREAM AT YOU! [04:03.21]Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident [04:05.72]I went to go tell 'em all to go get BUCKED [04:07.24]But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little b*tch throw it up [04:10.14]
