Eminem - W.T.P Lyrics

[Intro - Eminem]

Yeah… Oh…. get up, I said get up… let’s go

Better watch out now cause here we come

And we ain’t stoppin’ until we see the morning sun

So give us room to do our thing, cause we ain’t come to hurt no one

So everybody come and get upon the floor now and grab someone

[Verse 1]

Man first of all, I’m a boss, I just wanna get that across

Man even my dentist hates when I floss

Pull up to the club in a pinto like it’s a Porsche

Garbage bag for one of the windows, spray painted doors

With the flames on ‘em, Michigan plates and my names on ‘em

Baby Shady’s here, come and get him if you dames want him

But he ain’t stupid so quit tryna run them games on him

He’s immune to cupid, why you tryna put your claims on him

Cause you won’t do to me what you did to the last man

Now climb it 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 getting home, now can I get that lap dance?

She’s got a tattoo of me right above 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 hussie who’s man, now get amped, 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 nothing 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 don’t know, you better ask somebody

Cause we’re having a white trash party!

[Verse 2]

Pull a fifth of bacardi from outta my underwear

And walk around the party without a care, like a body without a head

Looking like a zombie from Night of the Living Dead

And tomorrow probably still be too high to get out of bed

Til I feel like I been hit with the sharp part of the hammer

Mixing hennessey and fanta with pepto and mylanta

I shoot the gift like I’m hollerin’ “die santa”

Missed the tree and hit Rudolf and two innocent bystanders

So quite tryna play the wall like you Paul

And get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin’

They call the Stefan Marlbury of rap, darling

Cause soon as they throw on some R. Kelly I start ballin’!

Making it rain for the ladies in the mini’s

But I’m not throwing ones, five’s, ten’s or even twenty’s

I’m throwing quarters, nickels, dimes, pennys

Up at skinny’s, man I do this for them bunnys up at Denny’s

From the north east and west

But when it comes to them trailers in them south parks, muffle it

Cause homie, that hood’s tighter than Kenny’s

So ladies if your belly button’s not an innie, them I’m outtie

Now hop in my minivan, let’s get rowdy cmon!



Now whether you’re black, white or purple if you’re misunderstood

But you don’t give a fuck, you ain’t doing shit that you should

Long as you know you’re up to evil and you’re no damn good

Get on the floor mayne, and rep your hood

[Verse 3]

Now honey, don’t let them pricks trick

We should make a quick dip

And go do some doughnuts in the hospital parking lot

Cause girl I got a sick whip, 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 peice of dry pita

I be the S-L to the I-M to the S-H-A-D-Y

and I don’t need a tank top 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 you now

I’m so raw I still need to unthaw, you feel me ya’ll

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!