[Eminem] Good morning! Ha-ha! Wake your motherfucking asses up! Are y´all with us or what? Well, come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my group, BITCH!
[Eminem] For whatever it´s worth it´s worth me havin´ my ass whipped ´Cause I´ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just can´t get past these little piss ants That wanna be brawny 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, and it´s scrap, and 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´ to slap him
Believe me, I´d much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I´m pissed now But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic ´Cause I´m tellin´ you right now, you´re 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 Krazy Glue when you diss me ´Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50 I´m the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when I´m gone Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof, are you with me?
[Eminem] Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in ´Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning ´Cause we ain´t leaving ´til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don´t know the words, and you can´t sing along, then Fake like you know ´em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning!
[Swifty McVay] They consider me the epitome 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 (Aah!) The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain´t conscious In a house full of dog shit I´m a 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 greetings Either that or we´ll be beefin´ frequent You niggas need an ´´E´´ just to speak shit Your leader´s a petite 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?
[Eminem] Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in ´Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning ´Cause we ain´t leaving ´til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don´t know the words, and you can´t sing along, then Fake like you know ´em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning!
[Kon Artis]
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 niggas squeeze on me Please, I´m seeing guts I don´t need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic They empty out on them bike to fight you In front of every reporter that I don´t like No need for metaphors to get points across when I write This emotion´s enough to say: "Fuck you, bitch, and I don´t like you!" What?! I might as well give this up, but that´d be selfish as fuck To leave D12 in this, but we can´t self-destruct I´ve never felt it this much, c´mon, fellas, get up!
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, c´mon! [Kuniva] I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip I´m awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick We can´t take you seriously, you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at G´s But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can´t believe You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you selling is woof tickets I look wicked ´cause niggas´ll test your nutsack So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach
And when they want it I´ll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon, so get to gunnin´ if you coming
[Eminem] Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in ´Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning ´Cause we ain´t leaving ´til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don´t know the words, and you can´t sing along, then Fake like you know ´em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning!