6 In The Morning

[Intro: Eminem] Good morning! Ha-ha! Wake your motherfucking asses up! Are y'all with us or what? Well, come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my group, bitch! [Verse 1: Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin' my ass whipped 'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just can't get past these little piss ants That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad And they so mad, they can't stand it 'Cause we can and they can't spit 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 scrap, and then it isn't rap, is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but my passion is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' to slap him Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic 'Cause I'm tellin' you right now, you're 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 Krazy Glue when you diss me 'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50 I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof, are you with me? [Chorus: Eminem] Come on then, everybody good morning Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in 'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning 'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning! [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run (Aah!) The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't cautious In a house full of dog shit I'm a 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 greetings Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent You niggas need an ''E'' just to speak shit Your leader's a petite 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 the mind of a mental patient When Glocks wave, you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus: Eminem] Come on then, everybody good morning Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in 'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning 'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning! [Verse 3: Kon Artis] 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 niggas squeeze on me Please, I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic They empty out on them bike to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphors to get points across when I write This emotion's enough to say: "Fuck you, bitch, and I don't like you!" What?! I might as well give this up, but that'd be selfish as fuck To leave D12 in this, but we can't self-destruct I've never felt it this much, c'mon, fellas, get up! We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, c'mon! [Verse 4: Kuniva] I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick We can't take you seriously, you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe You speaking on moving ki's, but every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you selling is woof tickets I look wicked 'cause niggas'll test your nutsack So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach And when they want it I'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon, so get to gunnin' if you coming [Chorus: Eminem] Come on then, everybody good morning Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in 'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning 'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning!