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Lyrics for Throitup by EMINEM

Throitup - Lyrics

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Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
And pass that jack

I see you bitches talkiní loud, but you ainít sayiní shit
Get the fuck from Ďround here, you donít rep my shit
You ainít from my city, you donít know about this
You donít want that drama, you ainít ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ainít ready for it bitch
Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ainít ready for it bitch

I already got 2 cars in a yard that donít 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
With a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
If Iím not hardly the one
You must be barely the one
Billy if really youíre kiddiní
Bitch Iím the prodigal son
And Iím stuntiní like my daddy
Dr-dr-drinkiní like my mama
Co-co-country like my uncle
Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
P-p-p-punk
And Iím in a blue Chevy runniní over motherfuckers in first
I ainít even shift gears yet,
I ainít even here yet Iím outta this earth, right ,yeah hoe
But I just hit the surface and Iím about to walk into a bank,
Wití 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 Iím feeling like I might just hit the curb
So get the fuck outta my way buddy
You donít wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog

I see you bitches talkiní loud, but you ainít sayiní shit
Get the fuck from roundí here, you donít rep my shit
You ainít from my city, you donít know about this
You donít want that drama, you ainít ready for it bitch!
Now throw it up! Yeah hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ainít ready for it bitch
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ainít ready for it bitch

Bitch please, you donít want to step up to this Mrs.
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
Iím up in the building
Preaching to my children
I donít be taking no shit from you haters
Youíll make me hurt one of your feelings
Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
Pick your face up off the floor
I got you feeling sad naa
You be on that hokeewag
Hokeewag is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
I was born on the Mississippi River
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
Bipolar, not Nikki, Iím worser, Iíll hurt you
I gotta crazy ass mind game
My nigga, Iím a lion untamed
Hunt your ass down in my jungle
I do this, I tell them hoes
You ainít ready for it bitch!
I see you bitches talkiní loud, but you ainít sayiní shit
Get the fuck from roundí here, you donít rep my shit
You ainít from my city, you donít know about this
You donít want that drama, you ainít ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! Yeah hoe!Throw it up!
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! You ainít ready for it bitch
Throw it up! Yeah hoe! Throw it up! Throw it up!
You ainít ready for it bitch
I see you bitches takiní loud
But you donít want that shit
Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
You ainít got the oomph youíre a hoof to the foot of an elephant
Hello toots you look so eloquent thatís what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause youíre kickiní my seat
And Iím tryiní 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 Iím 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
Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkiní about buyiní 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 whatído you know?
They didnít carry a size 8 in hoes!
Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttiní toe tags on you motherfuckiní ho bags
What a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, thatís why Iím here
I donít got a rhyme book itís more like a motherfuckiní diary that 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 donít gotta scream at you!
Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
I went to go tell them all to go get fucked
But Iím never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up

I see you bitches takiní loud
But you donít want that shit
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