I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying sh*t Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my sh*t 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 sh*t 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, sh*t! Suckering suckatash, yeah suck a d*ck b*tch I see you b*tches talking loud but you aint saying sh*t Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my sh*t 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 sh*t 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 bullsh*t Run into this gangsta have ya preacher at the pulpit B*tch, I was born on the Mississippi river Take no sh*t 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 sh*t Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my sh*t 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