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d12 - 6 in the morning (come on in) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: eminem]
good morning!
wake your motherf-cking -sses 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 having my -ss whipped
’cause i’ma have the last lips, to ever kiss -ss squished
i just can’t get p-ssed these little p-ssants
that wanna be brawny bad -sses 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 then it’s a wrap
then it’s a scr-p and 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 p-ssion, is to smash anyone rapping
without having 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 telling you right now
you’re not gonna like it, ’cause if i
get pushed over the edge, then i’m pulling you with me
you poke a stick at a pit bull, you get bit, b
your words stick to you, like crazy glue when you diss me
’cause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50
i’m the beautiful-est thing, and you’re gonna miss me
when i’m gone like keith murray, when he threw his stool
and hit a girl accidentally, i do this for swifty
kon and kuniva, bizzy and proof – are you with me?

[hook: eminem]
come on then, everybody come on and
kick your shoes off motherf-ckers, come on in
’cause we get it on and, ’til the break of dawn and
wake your -ss 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]
they consider me the, epitome of a beef starter
in the party with heat, it’s hard to keep me without one
f-ck snubs, i walk in clubs with a shotgun
constantly popping slugs, they hot son, better not run (ahh!)
the bosses of all bosses; a holocaust
to whoever ain’t cautious, in a house full of dog sh-t
i’m a gothic death prophet, you’ll stop breathing
you’ll die quicker than mach speed without bleeding
it ain’t about what you reading, when you meet me
better speak like it’s seasons greetings, either that
or we’ll be beefing frequent, n-ggas need an e just to speak sh-t
your leader’s a pet-te b-tch, keep the heater where you can reach quick
i’ll snipe you with it, and won’t even keep it a secret
n-gga i did it, from the mind of a mental patient
when glocks sway, you can save that conversation for satan
you brave?

[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 just a punk, i mean these n-ggas’ll squeeze on me
pleased when seeing guts, i don’t need no enemies
just 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 carc-ss is split, even if beef is partially thick
we can’t take you serious, 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 n-ts-ck
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

- d12

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