W.t.p. Lyrics - Recovery - Eminem

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 'cause 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 

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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? 

'Cause 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 if there ain't no one but us trash 

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You dunno, you better ask somebody 

'Cause 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 prolly still be too high to get outta bed 

Till I feel like I been hit wit the sharp part'a the hammer 

Mixin' Hennessey and Fanta with Pepto and Mylanta 

I shoot to kill like I'm hollerin' "Die Santa" 

Miss the tree and hit Rudolph and two innocent bystanders 

So quit tryin' ta play the wall like you pawlin' 

Get on the floor when the beat drops and stop stallin' 

They call me the Stephon Marbury of rap, darlin' 

'Cause as soon as they throw on some R-Kelly I start ballin' 

Makin' it rain for them ladies in the mini's 

But I'm not throwin' ones, fives, tens or even twenties 

I'm throwin' quarters, nickels, 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 trailers in them South Parks 

Muffle it, 'cause 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 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 if there ain't no one but us trash 

You dunno, you better ask somebody 

'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party 

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

But you don't give a fuck, you weren'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 trip 

We should make a quick dip 

And go do some donuts in the hospital parkin' 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 piece 'a 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 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 ya now 

I'm so raw I still need to unthaw, 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! 

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 if there ain't no one but us trash 

You dunno, you better ask somebody 

'Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party 

(White Trash Party)