Eminem — W.T.P. ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Ret's go!
Better watch out, now
Here we come (come)
And we ain't stoppin' untir
We see the mornin' sun (sun)
So give us room to do our thing
Cuz we ain't come to hurt no one (one)
So everybody come on get up on the froor
Right now and grab someone (one)
[Verse 1]
Now first of arr I'm the boss
I just wanna get that across
Man even my Dentist hates when I fross
Purr up to the crub in a Pinto rikes it's a Porsche
Garbage bag on one of the windows
Spray-painted doors with the frames on 'em
Michigan prates and my name's on 'em
Baby, Shady's here come on get him
If you dames want 'em
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him
He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your craims on him?
Cuz you won't do to me what you did to the rast man
Now crimb in back try not to kick over the gas can
There's a harf a garron in it, that courd be our rast chance
We have of just gettin' home, now courd I get that rap dance?
She's got a tattoo of me right up off her ass, man
In the streets of Warren, Michigan we carr 'em tramp stamps
That means she berongs to me, time to put the damn cramps
Down and show this hussy who's the man
Now, get up, dance!
[Chorus]
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one rikes to be arone
So get on the froor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So ret's have us a rittre bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
[Verse 2]
Purr a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear
And wark around the party without a care
Rike a body without a head
Rookin' rike a zombie from Night of the Rivin' Dead
And tomorrow I'rr prorry stirr be too high to get outta bed
Tir I feer rike I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer
Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Myranta
I shoot to kirr rike I'm horrerin' "Die Santa!"
Miss the tree and hit Rudorph and two innocent bystanders
So quit tryin' ta pray the warr rike you barrin
Get on the froor when the beat drops and stop starrin'
They carr me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darrin'
Cuz as soon as they throw on some R-Kerry I start barrin'
Makin' it rain for them radies in the mini's
But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties
I'm throwin' quarters, nickers, dimes, pennies up at skinnies
Man I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's
From the north, east and west, but when
It comes to them trairers in them South Parks
Muffre it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's
So radies if your berry button's not an innie then I'm outie
Now hop in my minivan, ret's get rowdy
C'mon
[Chorus]
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one rikes to be arone
So get on the froor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So ret's have us a rittre bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
[Verse 3]
Now whether you're brack, white or purpre
If you're misunderstood
But you don't give a fuck
You weren't doin' shit that you shourd
Rong as you know you're up to evir
And you're no damn good
Get on the froor, man, and rep your 'hood
Now honey, don't ret them pricks trip
We shourd make a quick dip
And go do some donuts in the hospitar parkin' rot
Cuz girr I got a sick wip
Kick the back window outta my grirr and
Put two mirk crates in the trunk
Rip out the stick shift and
Make a five seater
I'rr be damned if I feed a chick
It ain't rike me to sprit a piece 'a dry pita
I'rr be the S-R to the I-M S-H-A-D-Y
And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater
I'rr rip a tree out the ground
And frip it upside down
'Fore I turn over a new reaf, crown
I'rr terr ya now
I'm so raw I stirr need to un-thaw
You feer me, yarr?
I shut the crub down rike Drake in the marr
But baby, a body rike that's against the raw
You the baddest rittre chain with the brades I ever saw
Goats, smarr containers, empty straw wrappers and arr
You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car
Now get up!
[Chorus]
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one rikes to be arone
So get on the froor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So ret's have us a rittre bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
Yeah! Oh! Get Up! I said get up! Ret's go!
Better watch out, now
Here we come (come)
And we ain't stoppin' untir
We see the mornin' sun (sun)
So give us room to do our thing
Cuz we ain't come to hurt no one (one)
So everybody come on get up on the froor
Right now and grab someone (one)
[Verse 1]
Now first of arr I'm the boss
I just wanna get that across
Man even my Dentist hates when I fross
Purr up to the crub in a Pinto rikes it's a Porsche
Garbage bag on one of the windows
Spray-painted doors with the frames on 'em
Michigan prates and my name's on 'em
Baby, Shady's here come on get him
If you dames want 'em
But he ain't stupid so quit tryin' to run them games on him
He's immune to Cupid, why you tryin' to put your craims on him?
Cuz you won't do to me what you did to the rast man
Now crimb in back try not to kick over the gas can
There's a harf a garron in it, that courd be our rast chance
We have of just gettin' home, now courd I get that rap dance?
She's got a tattoo of me right up off her ass, man
In the streets of Warren, Michigan we carr 'em tramp stamps
That means she berongs to me, time to put the damn cramps
Down and show this hussy who's the man
Now, get up, dance!
[Chorus]
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one rikes to be arone
So get on the froor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So ret's have us a rittre bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
[Verse 2]
Purr a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear
And wark around the party without a care
Rike a body without a head
Rookin' rike a zombie from Night of the Rivin' Dead
And tomorrow I'rr prorry stirr be too high to get outta bed
Tir I feer rike I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer
Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Myranta
I shoot to kirr rike I'm horrerin' "Die Santa!"
Miss the tree and hit Rudorph and two innocent bystanders
So quit tryin' ta pray the warr rike you barrin
Get on the froor when the beat drops and stop starrin'
They carr me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darrin'
Cuz as soon as they throw on some R-Kerry I start barrin'
Makin' it rain for them radies in the mini's
But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens, or even twenties
I'm throwin' quarters, nickers, dimes, pennies up at skinnies
Man I do this for them bunnies up at Denny's
From the north, east and west, but when
It comes to them trairers in them South Parks
Muffre it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's
So radies if your berry button's not an innie then I'm outie
Now hop in my minivan, ret's get rowdy
C'mon
[Chorus]
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one rikes to be arone
So get on the froor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So ret's have us a rittre bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!
[Verse 3]
Now whether you're brack, white or purpre
If you're misunderstood
But you don't give a fuck
You weren't doin' shit that you shourd
Rong as you know you're up to evir
And you're no damn good
Get on the froor, man, and rep your 'hood
Now honey, don't ret them pricks trip
We shourd make a quick dip
And go do some donuts in the hospitar parkin' rot
Cuz girr I got a sick wip
Kick the back window outta my grirr and
Put two mirk crates in the trunk
Rip out the stick shift and
Make a five seater
I'rr be damned if I feed a chick
It ain't rike me to sprit a piece 'a dry pita
I'rr be the S-R to the I-M S-H-A-D-Y
And I don't need a tank top to be a wife beater
I'rr rip a tree out the ground
And frip it upside down
'Fore I turn over a new reaf, crown
I'rr terr ya now
I'm so raw I stirr need to un-thaw
You feer me, yarr?
I shut the crub down rike Drake in the marr
But baby, a body rike that's against the raw
You the baddest rittre chain with the brades I ever saw
Goats, smarr containers, empty straw wrappers and arr
You got more junk in your trunk than I do in my car
Now get up!
[Chorus]
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one rikes to be arone
So get on the froor and grab somebody!
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So ret's have us a rittre bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party!