[Intro: Yelawolf]
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Aye Boo, get these motherfuckers
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And pass that jack
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[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
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I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit
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Get the fuck from a¢æ?round here, you don't rep my shit
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You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
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You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch!
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Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
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Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain't ready for it bitch
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Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
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You ain't ready for it bitch
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[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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I already got 2 cars in a yard that don't run
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So why would I wanna break shit down for you
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Better be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunch
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Here the king if archery come
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Wit' a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munch
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If I'm not hardly the one
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You must be barely the one
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Billy if really you're kiddin'
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Bitch I'm the prodigal son
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And I'm stuntin' like my daddy
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Dr-dr-drinkin' like my mama
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Co-co-country like my uncle
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Stuttering like a CD in a dunk
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P-p-p-punk
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And I'm in a blue Chevy runnin' over motherfuckers in first
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I ain't even shift gears yet,
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I ain't even here yet I'm outta this earth, right (yeah ho)
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But I just hit the surface and I'm bout to walk into a bank,
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Wit' a shank and a black can of paint and check the clerk: where the keys?
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Bitch you better check your purse, I got a brick of herb,
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And I hit the syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
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So get the fuck outta my way buddy
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You don't wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dog
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Yelawolf and Eminem shit
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Sufferin' succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch
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[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
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I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit
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Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit
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You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
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You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch!
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Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
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Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain't ready for it bitch
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Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
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You ain't ready for it bitch
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[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
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Bitch please, you don't want to step up to this Mrs.
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G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees
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When I'm up in the building
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Preaching to my children
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I don't be taking no shit from you haters
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You'll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
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Naa, naa, ne, naa, naa
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Pick yo face up off the flo'
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I got you feeling sad naa
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You be on that hokeewag
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Hokeewag is bullshit
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Run into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!
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I was born on the Mississippi River
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Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
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So, so crazy got a fucked up temper
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Bipolar, not Nikki, I'm worsa, I'll hurt cha
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I gotta crazy ass mind game
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My nigga, I'm a lion untamed
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Hunt your ass down in my jungle
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I do this, I tell them hoesa¢æ|
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You ain't ready for it bitch!
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[Hook: Gangsta Boo]
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I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit
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Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit
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You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
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You don't want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch!
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Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!
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Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain't ready for it bitch
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Throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!
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You ain't ready for it bitch
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[Verse 3: Eminem]
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Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfucker
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You ain't got the oomph you're a hoof to the foot of an elephant
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Hello toots you look so eloquent that's what I tell a cunt
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Come sit up front cause you're kickin' my seat
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And I'm tryin' to the tell the cashier what I want!
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They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White Castle
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And I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face and
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Tell the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wrap her
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In the head with a Whopper that I bought from BK
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You expect me to be proper?
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Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe skeedideedada
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Prada? Not a chance, I was thinkin' about buyin' you some clothes
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But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doors
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Was locked, what about some shoes I thought, great I suppose
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