moodboards for the amis pt.2

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[Intro: Yelawolf]Aye Boo, get these motherfuckersAnd pass that jack[Hook: Gangsta Boo]I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shitGet the fuck from ‘round here, you don’t rep my shitYou ain’t from my city, you don’t know about thisYou don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitchThrow it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!You ain’t ready for it bitch[Verse 1: Yelawolf]I already got 2 cars in a yard that don’t runSo why would I wanna break shit down for youBetter be confused with the punch lines and bars that I lunchHere the king if archery comeWit’ a cracker dick to fuck you and that pussy carpet you munchIf I’m not hardly the oneYou must be barely the oneBilly if really you’re kiddin’Bitch I’m the prodigal sonAnd I’m stuntin’ like my daddyDr-dr-drinkin’ like my mamaCo-co-country like my uncleStuttering like a CD in a dunkP-p-p-punkAnd I’m in a blue Chevy runnin’ over motherfuckers in firstI 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,Wit’ 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 I’m feeling like I might just hit the curbSo get the fuck outta my way buddyYou don’t wanna walk around the chicken house with a hawk little puppy dogYelawolf and Eminem shitSufferin’ succotash, yeah, suck a dick bitch[Hook: Gangsta Boo]I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shitGet the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shitYou ain’t from my city, you don’t know about thisYou don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitchThrow it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!You ain’t ready for it bitch[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]Bitch please, you don’t want to step up to this Mrs.G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his kneesWhen I’m up in the buildingPreaching to my childrenI don’t be taking no shit from you hatersYou’ll make me hurt one of your feelings (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)Naa, naa, ne, naa, naaPick yo face up off the flo’I got you feeling sad naaYou be on that hokeewagHokeewag is bullshitRun into this gangsta have your preacher at the pulpit, bitch!I was born on the Mississippi RiverTake no shit from a bitch or a niggaSo, so crazy got a fucked up temperBipolar, not Nikki, I’m worsa, I’ll hurt chaI gotta crazy ass mind gameMy nigga, I’m a lion untamedHunt your ass down in my jungleI do this, I tell them hoes…You ain’t ready for it bitch![Hook: Gangsta Boo]I see you bitches talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ shitGet the fuck from round’ here, you don’t rep my shitYou ain’t from my city, you don’t know about thisYou don’t want that drama, you ain’t ready for it bitch!Now throw it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up!Throw it up! (Yeah ho) You ain’t ready for it bitchThrow it up! (Yeah ho) Throw it up! Throw it up!You ain’t ready for it bitch[Verse 3: Eminem]Me and Yelawolf tear the roof of this motherfuckerYou ain’t got the oomph you’re a hoof to the foot of an elephantHello toots you look so eloquent that’s what I tell a cuntCome sit up front cause you’re kickin’ my seatAnd I’m tryin’ to the tell the cashier what I want!They say I act like an asshole, when I pull up at the White CastleAnd I ask for an appli-cation, throw it back in their face andTell the bitch I’m a rapper, then I wrap herIn the head with a Whopper that I bought from BKYou expect me to be proper?Bitch you better pop in a CD of me immediately, slut hoe skeedideedadaPrada? Not a chance, I was thinkin’ about buyin’ you some clothesBut Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart, but the doorsWas locked, what about some shoes I thought, great I supposeSo I go to Payless but what’dya know, they didn’t carry a size 8 in hoes!Oh! This is ugly boy swag, puttin’ toe tags on you motherfuckin’ ho bagsWhat a trailer trash pioneer, I am yeah, that’s why I’m hereI don’t got a rhyme book it’s more like a motherfuckin’ diary that diarrheaMe, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two‘Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at youSo we don’t gotta scream at you!Ow! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accidentI went to go tell ‘em all to go get fuckedBut I’m never gonna bite my tongue, little bitch throw it up

why you play me like this D,:

i love it too! i just forgot how strong it smells! i ate this like 4+ hours ago lol