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conversations.value: Write me a song called Throw It Up with the following description: Back in September 2011 Yelawolf revealed that his debut album Radioactive would feature an explosive collaboration with Eminem and former Three Six Mafia rapper, Gangsta Boo called “Throw It Up”:
  
  That kinda collabo, between me Marshall and Gangsta Boo only happens in my world,” Yela told MTV News. “I think I’m the only person that could ever pull it off.” During a recent visit to RapFix Live, Gangsta Boo revealed that she penned both her verse and the song’s chorus before Eminem added his own lyrics. Listen to “Throw It Up” after the jump.
  Everything is the perfect juxtaposition, everything is perfectly mismatched and makes sense somehow,” Yelawolf said of the track. “The melody of the music is soft and pretty but the drums, the bass line and the drive of the record nails hard–like southern gritty bounce.
  
  Yela says that he and Gangsta Boo worked with producer Will Powers to record their verses before sending the track over to Eminem:
  Marshall didn’t jump on it by the way, it wasn’t an easy pitch,” the Alabama rapper says. “But once he heard it the way he needed to hear it to inspire him to write, he murdered it of course. Just having us three on a record, I think we made history with that record.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Yelawolf]
  Aye Boo get these motherfuckers and pass that Jack
  [Chorus: Gangsta Boo]
  I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit
  Get the fuck from round here, you don't rep my shit
  You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
  You 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, bitch
  Throw it up, yeah, ho, throw it up, throw it up
  You ain't ready for it, bitch
  [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
  I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run
  So why would I wanna break shit down for you
  Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch
  Here the king of debauchery come, with a cracker dick
  To fuck you in that pussy carpet you munch
  If I'm not hardly the one
  You must be barely the one billionth
  Really you kidding, bitch I'm the prodigal son
  And I'm stunting like my Daddy
  D-dr-d-drinking like my Mama
  C-c-country like my uncles
  Stuttering like a CD in a donk
  BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP
  And I'm in a blue Chevy
  Running over motherfuckers in first
  I 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
  With a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk
  Where the keys
  Bitch you better check your purse
  I gotta brick of herb
  And I hit the syrup
  And I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb
  So get the fuck outta my way buddy
  You don't wanna run around the chicken house with a heart of a puppy dog
  Yelawolf and Eminem shit
  Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick bitch [Chorus: Gangsta Boo]
  I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit
  Get the fuck from round here, you don't rep my shit
  You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
  You 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, bitch
  Throw 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 wanna step up to this Misses
  G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo make a nigga hit his knees when
  I'm up in the building, preachin' to my children
  I don't be taking no shit from you haters
  You'll make me hurt one of your feelings
  Ha ha ha ha
  Nah nah ni nah nah
  Pick your face up off the floor
  I got you feeling sad now
  You be on that Hokiewag, Hokiewag is bullshit
  Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at the pulpit bitch
  I was born on the Mississippi River
  Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga
  So, so crazy gotta fucked up temper
  Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya
  I got a crazy-ass mind game
  Ma nigga, I'm a lion, untamed
  Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this
  I tell them hoes, you ain't ready for it bitch [Chorus: Gangsta Boo]
  I see you bitches talking loud but you ain't saying shit
  Get the fuck from round here, you don't rep my shit
  You ain't from my city, you don't know about this
  You 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, bitch
  Throw 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 off this motherfucker
  You ain't got the umph
  You're a hoof to the foot of an elephant
  Hello toots, you look so eloquent
  That's what I tell a cunt
  Come sit up front cause you're kicking my seat
  And I'm trying to 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 and
  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 dee da da
  Prada, not a chance
  I was thinking about buying you some clothes
  But Target's closed
  So I decided to mosey on over to K-Mart but the doors
  Was locked, what about some shoes I thought
  Great I suppose
  So I go to Payless but what'dya know
  They didn't carry a size eight in hoes
  Oh, this is ugly boy swag
  Putting toe tags on you motherfucking ho bags
  What a Trailer Trash pioneer
  I am yeah, that's why I'm here
  I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a motherfuckin' diary of diarrhea
  Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to show you a thing or two
  Bout sign language, middle fingers aimed at you
  So we don't gotta scream at you
  Ow, I just bit my bottom lip, it was an accident
  I went to go tell em all to go get fucked
  But I'm never gonna bite my tongue
  Little bitch, throw it up [Outro: Yelawolf & 
  Eminem
  ]
  What the fuck is this, White dog
  Yo
  Yo, what' up?
  What' up?
  Uh, you do that verse?
  Yeah, I just killed that shit
  What?
  Nah, nothin'. Urm, yo, you know what I was thinking, man?
  I think the one thing that er... that the album don't have
  That might be missing
  Is like er... a song for, like, for girls
  Uh, what do you mean? For like bitches?
  Nah, girls. Like a love song
  No?!
  We need one!
  Like—love song, love song?
  Yeah, man, bitches like love songs!