Lyrics W.T.P. - Eminem

W.T.P.

Yeah!
Oh!
Get up!
I said get up!
Let’s go!
Better watch out now,
Here we come
And we ain’t stoppin’until
We see the mornin’sun,
So give us room to do our thing
Cuz we ain’t come to hurt no one,
So everybody come on,
Get up on the floor right now
And grab someone!
Now first of all I’m the boss,
I just wanna get that across,
Man even my dentist
Hates when I floss.
Pull up to the club in a Pinto
Likes it’s a Porsche,
Garbage bag on one of the windows,
Spray-painted doors
With the flames on 'em,
Michigan plates 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 claims on him?
Cuz you won’t do to me
What you did to the last man,
Now climb in back,
Try not to kick over the gas can,
There’s a half a gallon in it,
That could be our last chance
We have of just gettin’home,
Now could I get that lap dance?
She’s got a tattoo of me Right up off her ass man,
In the streets of Warren, Michigan
We call 'em tramp stamps,
That means she belongs to me,
Time to put the damn clamps down
And show this hussy who’s the man,
Now, get up, dance!
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows
That no one likes to be alone,
So get on the floor and grab somebody!
Ain’t nothin'
But a White Trash Party!
So let’s have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
It ain’t no one but us trash,
You dunno you better akse somebody
Cuz we’re havin’a White Trash Party!
Pull a fifth of Bacardi
From outta my underwear
And walk around the party
Without a care
Like a body without a head,
Lookin’like a zombie
From Night of the Livin’Dead
And tomorrow I’ll probably
Still be too high to get outta bed,
Til I feel like I been hit
With the sharp part of the hammer
Mixin’Hennessey and Fanta
With Pepto and Mylanta,
I shoot the gift like
I’m hollerin'"Die Santa!",
Missed the tree and hit Rudolph
And two innocent bystanders,
So quit tryna play the wall
Like you Paul,
Get on the floor when the beat drops
and stop stallin',
They call me The Stephon Marbury of rap darlin',
Cuz as soon as they throw on Some R. Kelly I start ballin',
Makin’it rain for
Them ladies in the minis,
But I’m not throwin’ones,
Fives, tens, or even twenties,
I’m throwin'
Quarters, nickels, dimes, pennies
Up at Skinny’s man,
I do this for them bunnies
Up at Denny’s,
From the north, east and west,
But when it comes to Them trailers in them South Parks,
Muffle it, cuz homie
That hood’s tighter then Kenny’s,
So ladies if your belly button’s
Not an innie then I’m outie,
Now hop in my minivan,
Let’s get rowdy, c’mon!
Now whether you’re black,
White or purple,
If you’re misunderstood
But you don’t give a fuck,
You ain’t doin’shit that you should,
Long as you know you’re up to evil
And you’re no damn good,
Get on the floor, man,
And rep your hood!
Now honey, don’t let them pricks trick,
We should make a quick dip
And go do some donuts
In the hospital parkin’lot
Cuz girl,
I got a sick wip,
Kick the back window
Outta my Gremlin,
Put two milk crates in the trunk,
Rip out the stick shift
And make a five seater!
I’ll be damned if I feed a chick,
It ain’t like me To split a piece of dry pita,
I’ll be the S-L to the I-M
To the S-H-A-D-Y,
And I don’t need a tanktop
To be a wife-beater!
I’ll rip a tree out the ground
And flip it upside down
'Fore I turn over a new leaf clown,
I’ll tell ya now,
I’m so raw I still need to un-thaw,
You feel me, y’all?
I shut the club down
Like Drake in the mall.
But baby, a body like that’s
Against the law,
You the baddest little chain
With the blades I ever saw,
Coleslaw containers,
Empty straw wrappers and all,
You got more junk in your trunk
Than I do in my car,
Now get up!