[YelaWolf]
Aye Boo Get these motherf*ckers
And pass that jack


[Hook]
I see you (*##$es talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' %#@!
Get the f*ck from round' here
You don't rep my %#@!

You ain't from my city
You don't know about this
You want that drama

You ain't ready for it (*##$!

Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it Up!

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it (*##$
Throw It up!(Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up!
You ain't ready for it (*##$


[Yelawolf]
I already got..

2 cars in the yard that don't run, so why would I wanna break %#@! 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*ck you in that #~!!@ carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one
Barely then really you kidding, (*##$ 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*ckers 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?) (*##$ you better take your purse! I got a brick of herb
And a hit to serve, and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb

So get the f*ck outta my way buddy you don't wanna walk around the chicken house
With a heart of a puppy dog with Yelawolf and Eminem, %#@!..
Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick, (*##$


[Hook]
I see you (*##$es talkin' loud

But you ain't sayin' %#@!
Get the f*ck from round' here
You don't rep my %#@!

You ain't from my city
You don't know about this
You want that drama

You ain't ready for it (*##$!

[Gangsta Boo]

(*##$ please you don't wanna step up to this Mrs
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Will make a ^!$$% hit his knees when


I'm up in the buildin'
Preach it to my children

I don't be takin' no %#@! from you haters
You'll make me hurt one of your feelings (HAHAHAHA)
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 bull%#@!

Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit, (*##$
I was born on the Mississippi Riva'
Take no %#@! from a (*##$ or a ^!$$%

So so crazy gotta f*cked up temper
Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya
Haha, I got a crazy $$# mind game

Ma ^!$$%, Im a lion, Untamed
Hunt ya $$# down in my jungle
I do this

I tell them hoes
"You ain't ready for it (*##$!"


[Hook]
I see you (*##$es talkin' loud
But you ain't sayin' %#@!
Get the f*ck from round' here
You don't rep my %#@!

You ain't from my city
You don't know about this
You want that drama
You ain't ready for it (*##$!


[Eminem]
Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof, off this motherf*cker
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 cunt
Come sit up front cause you're kickin' my seat and I'm trying to the tell the cashier what I want!

They say I act like an $$#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 (*##$ 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?
(*##$ you better pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HO

Skidda dee da da. Prada? Nadda
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 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 (yeah), puttin' toe tags
On you motherf*cking ho bags, what a trailer trash pi-o-neer
I am here, that's why I'm here
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a motherf*ckin' 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 (*##$ throw it up