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| D12 D12 World 6 In The Morning (Intro:Eminem) Good morning Ha ha Wake your mothafuckin asses up Are yall wit us or what? Well come on then You know what time it is Stop sleepin on my group bitch (Eminem) For whatever its worth, its worth me havin my ass whipped Cuz Ima have the last lips that ever kiss ass with I just cant past these little pizzants that wanna be corny bad asses so bad And they so mad they cant stand it Cuz we can and they cant spit And they cant handle it like a man and thats when it just happens and I snap then its a wrap then its a scrap and it isnt rap is it? Hip-hop isnt a sport anymore When you gotta go and resort back into that shit Maybe Im old-fashion but my passion is to smash anyone rappin without havin to slap him Believe me Id much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when Im pissed now But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic cause Im telling you right now youre not gonna like it Cuz if I get pushed over the edge then Im pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit B Your words stick to you like crazy glue when you diss me Cuz they just bounce off me like bullets do 50 Im the beautiful instinct And youre gonna miss me when Im gone Like Keith Murray when he threw his stool and hit a girl accidently I threw this to Swifty , Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy, and Proof are you wit me? (Chorus:Eminem) Come on in everybody come on in Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on in Cuz we get it on n till the break of dawn n Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cuz we aint leavin till 6 in the morning So whoever sing along with the words of the song n If you dont know the words and you cant sing along then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in everybody come on (Swifty) They consider me the epitomy of a beef starter In the party with heat Its hard to keep me without one Fuck snubs I walk in clubs wit a shotgun Constantly poppin slugs they hot son betta not run The bosses of all bosses A holocaust to whoever aint cautious In a house full of dark shit Im a gothic death prophet youll stop breathin Youll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It aint about what you reading When you meet me better speak like its seasons greetings Either that or well be beefin frequent You niggas need a E just to speak shit Your leader is a petite bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick Ill snipe you wit it and wont 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) Come on in everybody come on in Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on in Cuz we get it on n till the break of dawn n Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cuz we aint leavin till 6 in the morning So whoever sing along with the words of the song n If you dont know the words and you cant sing along then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in everybody come on (Kon Artist) Yo yo I heard you niggas dont like us But so what this beef is like What the fuck did he say in this rap Em? I can see that he just a punk I mean these niggasll squeeze on me Please Im seein guts I dont need no enemies as my family A couple trucks, and my MPC and a mic I get D out of dem bike Ill fight you in front of every reporter that I dont like No need for metaphors I get points across when I write This emotions enough to say Fuck you bitch and I dont like you WHAT! I might as well give this up but thatd be selfish as fuck To leave D12 in its rut We cant self-destruct Ive never felt it this much Cmon fellas get up We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, Cmon! (Swifty) I walk wit a limp, pistol hangin off of the hip Im awkward and quick enough and sick when sparkin the 5th Youre carcassll split, even the beef is partially thick We cant take you serious you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could out shootin at Gs but the only thing you shoot is the breeze I cant believe you speakin on movin kis But every time we hear you kick it the only thing that you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cuz niggasll test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back or get your guts clapped out of your stomach And when they want it I bring a hundred niggas from Runyon so get the gun and if youre comin (Chorus:Eminem) Come on in everybody come on in Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on in Cuz we get it on n till the break of dawn n Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cuz we aint leavin till 6 in the morning So whoever sing along with the words of the song n If you dont know the words and you cant sing along then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in everybody come on |
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