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[Eminem]
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!

For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a pit bull 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!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm 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 break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

[Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz 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 won't even keep it a secret
Nigga 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 motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

[Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've 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 off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
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 motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
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[Eminem]   Good mornin   Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up   Yo what is the what?   Well come on then, you know what time it is   Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!      For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped   Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished   I just can't get past these little pissants   That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad   And they so mad they can't stand it   Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)   And they can't handle it like a man   And that's when it just happens   And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?   Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit   Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion    Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin    Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now   But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic   Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it   Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me   You poke a stick at a pit bull 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!   I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm 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 break of dawn an   Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin   Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin   So have sing along with the words to the song an   If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an   Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in   Everybody come on an      [Swifty]   Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter   In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one   Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun   Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run   The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious   In a house full of dog shit,    I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin    You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin   It ain't about what you readin   When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins   Either that or we'll be beefin free when    You niggaz 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 won't even keep it a secret   Nigga 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 motherfuckers come on an   Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an   Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin   Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin   So have sing along with the words to the song an   If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an   Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in   Everybody come on an      [Kuniva]   Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us   But so what this beef is like    'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'   I can see that he's just a punk    I mean these niggaz squeeze on me    Please I'm seeing guts   I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks   Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you    In front of every reporter that I don't like   No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write   So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"    I might as well give this up like heavy sales   And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt    We can't self destruct   I've 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 off-a the hip   I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith   Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick   We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit   You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's   But the only thing you shoot is the breeze   I can't believe you speaking on movin key's   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 motherfuckers come on an   Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an   Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin   Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin   So have sing along with the words to the song an   If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an   Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in   Everybody come on an
 
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