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    Good mornin
    Haha, wake your mother fuckin arses up
    Yo what is the 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 arse whipped
    Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse 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 rap 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 brick of dawn an
    Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
    Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
    So up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
    Everybody come on an

    [Swifty]
    ?? 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 ******* 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 won't even keep it a secret
    ****** I did it from a 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 mother fuckers come on an
    Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
    Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
    Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
    So up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
    Everybody come on an

    [Kuniva]
    Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
    But so what this beef is like
    'What tha 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
    Am I empty seein them ?? I emtpy out them ?? 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

    [Kon Artis]
    I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off'a tha 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 mother fuckers come on an
    Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
    Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin
    Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
    So up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
    Everybody come on in

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