[Intro: Good Haha, wake your mother fuckin up Yo is the what? Well come on then, you know time it is Stop sleepin on my bitch!
1: Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me my ass whipped Cause have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just can't get past these little wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad can't stand it Cause we can and they can't (Haawk) And they can't handle it a man And that's when it happens And I snap and a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my Is to anyone rappin without havin to sslap em Believe me I'd much rather pick up a than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the then I'm pullin you with me You poke a at a pit bull you get bit bB These words to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est and your gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & are you with me?
Eminem] Come on an everybody on an Kick your shoes off fuckers come on an we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we leavin till 6 in the mornin So have along with the words to the song an If you don't know the an you can't sing along an like you know 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody on an
[Verse 2: Its in the pitted me of a beef starter In a party heat it's hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves a shotgun popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to ain't concious In a full of dog shit, I'ma gothic death project, you stop You die quicker mach speed without bleedin It ain't what you readin When you meet me speak like a season's greetins that or we'll be beefin free when You niggaz need a 'E' to speak shit! Your leader is a bitch Keep the where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't keep it a secret Nigga I did it a mind of a mental patient When glocks you can save that conversation for satan You
Eminem] Come on an come on an Kick your off motherfuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the break of an Wake your ass up motherfuckers yawnin Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin So have sing along with the words to the an If you don't know the an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin in Everybody on an
3: Kuniva] Yo yo I you niggas don't like us But so what this beef is 'What the did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that just a punk I mean these niggaz on me Please I'm seeing I don't need no enemies, as my family a trucks Am I empty seein them I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every reporter I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I like you, WHAT!" I might as well this up like heavy sales And fuck an leave D12 and this blunt We can't destruct I've never felt it this on fellas, get up We got to like Bugs last night of his life
4: Kon Artis] I walk with a limp, pistol hangin the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a Your is split even the beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy You probaly wish that you be out shootin them G's But the only thing you is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on movin But every time we hear you it The only thing you sellin is tickets I look wicked niggas will test your nut sack So they bust you better bust back And get your guts outa your stomach And when they it (yeah) I bring a hundred niggas from So get gun and if you comin
Eminem] Come on an everybody on an Kick your shoes off come on an we get it on an till the break of dawn an Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit Cause we leavin till 6 in the mornin So sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the an you can't sing along an Fake like you 'em motherfuckin join in come on an