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6 In The Morning

Artist:D12  Album:D12 World 

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(Eminem) Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or 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 ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass 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 crap 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 but 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 pit bull 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 break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin 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 motherfuckin 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 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 niggaz 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 Nigga I did it from a mind of a

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