COME ON IN
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the
what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof
bitch
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse
whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse squished
I just
can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so
bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit
(Haawk)
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 pashion
Is to smash anyone
rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil
than a pistol when I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's
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 with me
You
poke a stick at a pitbull 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 beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm
gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently
(argghhh!!)
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 mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an
till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit
yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
Everybody come on
an
[Swifty]
?? the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a
party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves
with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The
bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full
of dog shit,
I'ma 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 greetins
Either that
or we'll be beefin free when
You ******* need a 'E' just to speak
shit!
Your leader is a botique 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: Eminem]
Come on
an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on
an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up
mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So
up an 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 mother fuckers an join
in
Everybody come on an
[Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas
don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What tha 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 emtpy out them ?? to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get
yours across when I write
So 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 tha hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a
fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take
you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly 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 key's
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
And get your guts clapped
outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas
from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
[Chorus:
Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother
fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake
your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha
mornin
So up an 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 mother fuckers an
join in
Everybody come on an
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the
what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof
bitch
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse
whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse squished
I just
can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so
bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit
(Haawk)
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 pashion
Is to smash anyone
rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil
than a pistol when I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's
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 with me
You
poke a stick at a pitbull 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 beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm
gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently
(argghhh!!)
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 mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an
till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit
yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
Everybody come on
an
[Swifty]
?? the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a
party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves
with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The
bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full
of dog shit,
I'ma 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 greetins
Either that
or we'll be beefin free when
You ******* need a 'E' just to speak
shit!
Your leader is a botique 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: Eminem]
Come on
an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on
an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up
mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So
up an 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 mother fuckers an join
in
Everybody come on an
[Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas
don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What tha 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 emtpy out them ?? to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get
yours across when I write
So 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 tha hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a
fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take
you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly 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 key's
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
And get your guts clapped
outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas
from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
[Chorus:
Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother
fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake
your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha
mornin
So up an 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 mother fuckers an
join in
Everybody come on an