Waptrick D12 - 6 In The Morning Текстове на песни

  • [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 group bitch!

    [Verse 1: 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 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

    [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: 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

    [Verse 4: 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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