[Eminem]
Good morning
Haha, wake your mother f****** a**** up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my roof b****!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my a** whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets a** squished
I just can't get past these little peasants
That wanna be rauny bad a**** so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Hawk)
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 c*** is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that s***
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
Is to smash anyone rapping without having a slapping
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm p***** now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm telling you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit be
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 Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
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 m************s come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your a** up m************ quit yawning
Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
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 m************ 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
f*** slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly poping 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 s***,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathing
You die quicker than mach speed without bleeding
It ain't about what you reading
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefing free when
You n***** need a 'E' just to speak s***!
Your leader is a boutique b****
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
n**** 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 n***** don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the f*** did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these n***** squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seeing them white I empty out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "f*** you b****, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just f*** 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 hanging off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparking 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 shooting them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on moving key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you selling is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause n***** 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 n***** from runave
So get your gun and if you coming
[Chorus]
Good morning
Haha, wake your mother f****** a**** up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my roof b****!
For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my a** whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets a** squished
I just can't get past these little peasants
That wanna be rauny bad a**** so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Hawk)
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 c*** is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that s***
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my passion
Is to smash anyone rapping without having a slapping
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm p***** now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm telling you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with me
You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit be
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 Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
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 m************s come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your a** up m************ quit yawning
Cause we ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
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 m************ 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
f*** slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly poping 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 s***,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathing
You die quicker than mach speed without bleeding
It ain't about what you reading
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefing free when
You n***** need a 'E' just to speak s***!
Your leader is a boutique b****
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
n**** 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 n***** don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the f*** did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these n***** squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seeing them white I empty out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "f*** you b****, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just f*** 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 hanging off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparking 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 shooting them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on moving key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you selling is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause n***** 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 n***** from runave
So get your gun and if you coming
[Chorus]