Intro: Eminem 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!

Verse 1: Eminem 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 big boy 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

Verse 2: 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
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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 motherfuckers 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

Verse 3: Kuniva Yo yo I heard you niggas don't
like us But so what this beef is like 'What the
fuck did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that
he's just a punk I mean these niggaz 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 white I emtpy out them white 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

Verse 4: Kon Artis I walk with a limp, pistol
hangin off-a the 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 motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers 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