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| D12 D12 World 6 In The Morning (Intro:Eminem) Good morning Ha ha Wake your mothafuckin asses up Are ya’ll wit us or what? Well come on then You know what time it is Stop sleepin on my group bitch (Eminem) For whatever it’s worth, it’s worth me havin my ass whipped Cuz I’ma have the last lips that ever kiss ass with I just can’t past these little pizzants that wanna be corny bad asses so bad And they so mad they can’t stand it Cuz 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 then it’s a wrap then it’s a scrap and 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-fashion 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 telling you right now you’re not gonna like it Cuz if I get pushed over the edge then I’m 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 I’m the beautiful instinct And you’re gonna miss me when I’m 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 ain’t leavin till 6 in the morning So whoever sing along with the words of the song n If you don’t know the words and you can’t 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 It’s 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 ain’t cautious In a house full of dark shit I’m a gothic death prophet you’ll stop breathin You’ll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ain’t about what you reading When you meet me better speak like it’s season’s greetings Either that or we’ll 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 I’ll snipe you wit it and 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) 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 ain’t leavin till 6 in the morning So whoever sing along with the words of the song n If you don’t know the words and you can’t sing along then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in everybody come on (Kon Artist) Yo yo I heard you niggas don’t 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 niggas’ll squeeze on me Please I’m seein guts I don’t need no enemies as my family A couple trucks, and my MPC and a mic I get D out of dem bike I’ll fight you in front of every reporter that I don’t like No need for metaphors I get points across when I write This emotions 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 it’s rut 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! (Swifty) I walk wit a limp, pistol hangin off of the hip I’m awkward and quick enough and sick when sparkin the 5th You’re carcass’ll split, even the beef is partially thick We can’t take you serious you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could out shootin at G’s but the only thing you shoot is the breeze I can’t believe you speakin on movin ki’s But every time we hear you kick it the only thing that you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cuz niggas’ll 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 you’re 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 ain’t leavin till 6 in the morning So whoever sing along with the words of the song n If you don’t know the words and you can’t sing along then Fake like you know em motherfuckers and join in everybody come on |
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