[Intro: 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!. [Verse 1: 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 (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 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 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. [Verse 2: 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. [Verse 3: Kon Artis]. 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. [Verse 4: Kuniva]. 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