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D12 Lyrics for Song: 6 In The Morning
 Lyrics for Album: D12 World
 
 
 
 23708>[Eminem]
 Good mornin
 Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses 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 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 (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 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 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 pit bull 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 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 join in
 Everybody come on an
 
 [Swifty]
 Its in 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 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: Eminem]
 Come on an everybody come on an
 Kick your shoes off motherfuckers 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 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 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 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 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 runave
 So get your gun and if you comin
 
 [Chorus: Eminem]
 Come on an everybody come on an
 Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
 Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
 Wake your ass up mother fuckers 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 join in
 Everybody come on an
 
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