6 In The Morning (feat. Swifty McVay)

D12

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    [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
    Your 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

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    [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 snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun
    Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run
    The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
    In a house full of dog shit
    I'm a gothic death prophet, 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 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 just a punk
    I mean these niggas'll 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, what, 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

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    Composición: Denaun Porter y Marshall Mathers

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