[Gangsta boo – Chorus]

i see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit

get the f-ck from round here, you don’t rep my shit

you aint from my city, you don’t know about this

you don’t want that drama you aint ready for it bitch

now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)

throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch, throw it up

(yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch

[Yelawolf]

i already got 2 cars on the yard that don’t run

so why would i wanna break shit down for you

better be confused with the punchlines and bars that i launch

here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick

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, bitch i’m the prodigal son

and i’m stuntin like my daddy

drinking like my momma

country like my uncles, stuttering like a cd in a ? bump bump bump

and i’m in a blue chevy, running over muthafuckas 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?

bitch 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 fuck outta my way, buddy you don’t wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog yelawolf and eminem, shiiit!

suckering suckatash, yeah suck a dick bitch

[Gangsta boo – Chorus]

i see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit

get the f-ck from round here, you don’t rep my shit

you aint from my city, you don’t know about this

you don’t want that drama you aint ready for it bitch

now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)

throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch, throw it up

(yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch

[Gangsta boo – Verse 2]

bitch please you don’t wanna step up to this misses

g-a-n-g-s-t-a boo, make a nigga hear his?

i’m up in the building, preaching to my children

i don’t be taking no shit 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 bullshit

run into this gangsta have ya 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 f-cked up temper

bi-polar, not nicki i’m worser

i’ll hurt ya

i got a crazy ass mind game

my nigga, i’m a lion untamed

hunt ya ass down in my jungle

i do this, i tell them hoes

you aint ready for it bitch

[Gangsta boo – Chorus]

i see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit

get the f-ck from round here, you don’t rep my shit

you aint from my city, you don’t know about this

you don’t want that drama you aint ready for it bitch

now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)

throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch, throw it up

(yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch

[Eminem – Verse 3]

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 asshole

when i pull up at the white castle

and i ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in her face an’

tell the bitch 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?

bitch you better pop in a cd of me immediately, slut, ho

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 mutherf-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 mutherf-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 bitch throw it up

[Gangsta boo – Chorus]

i see you bitches talking loud but you aint saying shit

get the f-ck from round here, you don’t rep my shit

you aint from my city, you don’t know about this

you don’t want that drama you aint ready for it bitch

now throw it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)

throw it up (yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch, throw it up

(yeah hoe) throw it up

you aint ready for it bitch