6 In The Morning [Intro: Eminem] Good morning. Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up. Y'all with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is. Stop sleepin' on my group bitch! ^Eminem For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass 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 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 crap 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 passion 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? ^{Eminem - Chorus} 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 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 motherfuckin an join in Everybody come on an ^Swifty Its in the media, epitomy 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 holocaust 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 greetings Either that or we'll be beefin free when You niggaz 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 Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus] ^Kuniva 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 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 white I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphors 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 at the 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 Runyon So get your gun and if you comin. [Chorus]