6 In The Morning lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]
Good morning! Ha-ha!
Wake your motherf*cking asses up!
Are y'all with us or what?
Well, come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleeping on my group, b*tch!

[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 p*ss ants
That wanna be brawny 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 scrap, and then it isn't rap, is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that sh*t
Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but my passion is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' to slap him
Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I'm p*ssed now
But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic
'Cause I'm tellin' you right now, you're 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 Krazy Glue when you diss me
'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50
I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof, are you with me?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherf*ckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherf*ckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then
Fake like you know 'em motherf*ckers and join in
Everybody, good morning!

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one
f*ck slugs, I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun
Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run (Aah!)
The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
In a house full of dog sh*t
I'm a 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' frequent
You n*ggas need an ''E'' just to speak sh*t
Your leader's a petite b*tch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it, and we won't even keep it a secret
n*gga I did it from the mind of a mental patient
When Glocks wave, you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherf*ckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherf*ckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then
Fake like you know 'em motherf*ckers and join in
Everybody, good morning!

[Verse 3: Kon Artis]
I heard you n*ggas don't like us, but so what?
This beef is like, "What the f*ck did he say in his rap, Em?"
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these n*ggas squeeze on me
Please, I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic
They empty out on them bike to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphors to get points across when I write
This emotion's enough to say: "f*ck you, b*tch, and I don't like you!"
What?! I might as well give this up, but that'd be selfish as f*ck
To leave D12 in this, but we can't self-destruct
I've never felt it this much, c'mon, fellas, get up!
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, c'mon!
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth
Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
We can't take you seriously, you a comedy skit
You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe
You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it
The only thing that you selling is woof tickets
I look wicked 'cause n*ggas'll test your nutsack
So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach
And when they want it I'll bring a hundred n*ggas from Runyon, so get to gunnin' if you coming

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on then, everybody come on and
Kick your shoes off motherf*ckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up motherf*ckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning
So have a sing along with the words of the song and
If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then
Fake like you know 'em motherf*ckers and join in
Everybody, good morning!