Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin arses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof bitch For whatever its worth its worth me havin my arse whipped Cause Ima have the last lift that ever gets arse squished I just cant get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they cant stand it Cause we can and they cant spit (Haawk) And they cant handle it like a man And thats when it just happens And I snap and its a wrap, and its a scrap an then it isnt rap is it? Hip-Hop isnt a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe Im old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me Id much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but Im pissed now But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic Cause Im tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then Im pullin you with me You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! Im the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when Im gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? [Chorus: Eminem] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin Cause we aint leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you dont know the words an you cant sing along an Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in Everybody come on an [Swifty] ?? the media pitted me of a beef starter In a party with heat its hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs Im walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever aint concious In a house full of dog shit, Ima gothic death project, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It aint about what you readin When you meet me better speak like a seasons greetins Either that or well be beefin free when You ******* need a E just to speak shit! Your leader is a botique bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we wont even keep it a secret ****** I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus: Eminem] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin Cause we aint leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you dont know the words an you cant sing along an Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in Everybody come on an [Kuniva] Yo yo I heard you niggas dont like us But so what this beef is like What tha fuck did he say in his rap Em? I can see that hes just a punk I mean these niggas squeeze on me Please Im seeing guts I dont need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them ?? I emtpy out them ?? to fight you In front of every reporter that I dont like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I dont like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt We cant self destruct Ive never felt it this much Come on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life [Kon Artis] I walk with a limp, pistol hangin offa tha hip Im awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick We cant take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them Gs But the only thing you shoot is the breeze I cant believe you speaking on movin keys But every time we hear you kick it The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa your stomach And when they want it (yeah) I bring a hundred niggas from runave So get your gun and if you comin [Chorus: Eminem] Come on an everybody come on an Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin Cause we aint leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you dont know the words an you cant sing along an Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in Everybody come on an
Artist: Eminem D12
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