THROW EM UP

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope] Showed up to the party dressed up to the nines Pregamed in the parkin' lot, I'm feelin' fine Hors d'oeuvres in the belly, shit's right on time Fuck dancin', I got other shit on my mind Got the hatchet down my back I'ma spill blood, that's a fact Got my hand on my nutsack My other hand 'bout to attack Hackin', slicin', stabbin', choppin' Swinging violently, bodies droppin' Backwards, forwards, left and right No end in sight, my grip is tightened Motherfuckers running for the doors, but I locked 'em This bitch act brave, ran up, but I socked 'em Love my Juggalos and they finished 'em off We let out a "whoop whoop" and threw our hatchets up [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Hatchets up, throw 'em up Us here Lo's don't give a fuck Hatchets up, hold 'em high Blood rains down here from the sky Hatchets up, swing 'em 'round Us here Lo's gon' hold it down Hatchets up, fuck them hoes Blood rains down here, wet your clothes [Post-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Go ahead and throw it up Stiff drink mixed with chicken blood Tilt your head back, gulp it down Feel your feet lift from the ground Got your hatchet, throw it up Murder thoughts, but that's alright Let's go psycho, swing it down Watch their head drop to the ground [Verse 2: Violent J] It's The Duke, this wicked shit'll make ya puke Chop you down into human soup Two scoops of whoop as you oot your blow I'm a permanent guest on The Shaggy Show Oh no, hoes wanna buff the pickle When I swing my sickle, it more than tickle It hurt, leave you with a neck that squirt Bleed you dried up, buried in the dirt Let's dance, peep as I cut the rug Everybody runs when I bust a slug Fuck drugs, I'm the only plug you need DJ VJ, when I cut, you bleed Indeed, and I've got an axe to grind I don't trust your kind, I'll crush your spine You try to crawl away, I'll bust a nine A wicked clown with a dusted mind [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Hatchets up, throw 'em up Us here Lo's don't give a fuck Hatchets up, hold 'em high Blood rains down here from the sky Hatchets up, swing 'em 'round Us here Lo's gon' hold it down Hatchets up, fuck them hoes Blood rains down here, wet your clothes [Post-Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Go ahead and throw it up Stiff drink mixed with chicken blood Tilt your head back, gulp it down Feel your feet lift from the ground Got your hatchet, throw it up Murder thoughts, but that's alright Let's go psycho, swing it down Watch their head drop to the ground [Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope & Violent J] It's Friday night, I got a date (Alright) Gonna pick her up, take her out, gonna get a bite And I'll take her home, maybe get a lil' neden Suffocate her with a pillow, send that trick up to Heaven Picked her up at eight, she got to talkin' shit 'Bout the Hatchetman hangin' from my neck Grabbed her by the throat hard so she couldn't shout Stabbed the bitch neck, then I threw the bitch out Cranga shang, shugga wugga bah Insane Clown Posse in the haugh One lil' nine millie, that's all Spit your brains all over the wall One big .357, boom Blow your head all over the room Mad love to the dude who cleans it up When a tooth gets stuck in the roof, it suck [Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope] Hatchets up, throw 'em up Us here Lo's don't give a fuck Hatchets up, hold 'em high Blood rains down here from the sky Hatchets up, swing 'em 'round Us here Lo's gon' hold it down Hatchets up, fuck them hoes Blood rains down here, wet your clothes Hatchets up, throw 'em up Us here Lo's don't give a fuck Hatchets up, hold 'em high Blood rains down here from the sky Hatchets up, swing 'em 'round Us here Lo's gon' hold it down Hatchets up, fuck them hoes Blood rains down here, wet your clothes [Outro] Soft, overrated, pretty boy, a bitch