Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle
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D126 in the Morning Lyrics:
Good mornin'
Haha, wake your mother fuckin' asses up
You all 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'm gonna have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be born bad asses
So bad and they so mad they can't stand it
'Cause 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 and it's a wrap, then it's a scrap an then 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 fashioned but my passion
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 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 beautifulest thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidently
I do this for Swifty
Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof are you with me?
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 a 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 motherfuckers join in
Everybody come on an'
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 poppin' slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haulocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit
I'm a gothic death project, you stop breathin'
You'll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin'
It ain't about what you readin'
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetin'
See that or we'll be beefin' free when
You niggaz need a E just to speak shit
Your leader is a boutique 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 the mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
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 a 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 motherfuckers join in
Everybody come on an'
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 are squeezin' 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 gotta fight like bugs last night of his life
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an' sick when sparkin' a fifth
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 outta your stomach
And when they want it I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin'
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 motherfuckers join in
Everybody come on an'
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