*featuring D12
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Good mornin
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Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
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Yo what is the what?
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Well come on then, you know what time it is
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Stop sleepin on my roof bitch
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For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse whipped
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Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse squished
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I just can't get past these little pissants
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That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
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And they so mad they can't stand it
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Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
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And they can't handle it like a man
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And that's when it just happens
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And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it?
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Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
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Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
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Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
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Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol when I'm pissed now
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But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
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Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
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Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
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You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit B
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These words stick to you like crazy glue
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When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
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I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
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Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
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I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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Come on an everybody come on an
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Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
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Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
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Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
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Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
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So up an sing along with the words to the song an
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If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
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Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in
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Everybody come on an
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[Swifty]
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?? the media pitted me of a beef starter
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In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
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Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
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Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
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The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
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In a house full of dog shit,
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I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
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You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
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It ain't about what you readin
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When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
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Either that or we'll be beefin free when
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You ******* need a 'E' just to speak shit!
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Your leader is a botique bitch
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Keep the heater where you can reach quick
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I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
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****** I did it from a mind of a mental patient
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When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
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You brave?
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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Come on an everybody come on an
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Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
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Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
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Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
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Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
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So up an sing along with the words to the song an
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If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
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Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in
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Everybody come on an
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[Kuniva]
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Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
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But so what this beef is like
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'What tha fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
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I can see that he's just a punk
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I mean these niggas squeeze on me
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Please I'm seeing guts
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I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
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Am I empty seein them ?? I emtpy out them ?? to fight you
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In front of every reporter that I don't like
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No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
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So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
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I might as well give this up like heavy sales
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And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
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We can't self destruct
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I've never felt it this much
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Come on fellas, get up
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We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
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[Kon Artis]
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I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off'a tha hip
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I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
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Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
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We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
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You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
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But the only thing you shoot is t
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Come On In
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| Eminem |
