Artista: D-12
Álbum: D12 World
Música: 6 In The Morning
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[Eminem]
Good mornin'
Haha, wake your motherfuckin' asses up
Aiyo what is the what?
Well come on in, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin' on my group bitch

For whatever it's worth, it's worth me havin' my ass whipped
'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass wit'
I just can't get past these little pissants
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 {*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 a scrap an' then it isn't rap 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 passion
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 gets 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 wit' 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!
I'm the beautiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Keith Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof are you with me?

CHORUS [Eminem]
Come on in, everybody come on in
Kick your shoes off, motherfuckers come on in
'Cause we get it on an', till the brick of dawn an'
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin'
'Cause we ain't leavin' till 6 in the mornin'
So up an' sing along with the words to the song an'
If you don't know the words than you can't sing along an'
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers an' join in
Everybody come on in

[Swifty]
Consider me the epitome of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck snubs, I walk in a club with a shotgun
Constantly poppin' slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death prophet, 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' free when
You ******* need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is 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
****** I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for Satan
You brave?

Chorus

[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 niggas 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 ?? I empty out them ?? to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors to get points across when I right
Just 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 fifth
Your carcass is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probably 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' 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
Or get your guts clapped outta your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from Runave
So get your gun and if you comin'

Chorus

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