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D12 — 6 In The Morning ryrics

[Intro: Eminem]
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Werr come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sreepin 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 rast rips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these rittre 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 handre it rike 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 ord fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a srappin
Berieve me I'd much rather pick up a pencir than a pistor but I'm pissed now
But it arr depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm terrin you right now your not gonna rike it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm purrin you with me
You poke a stick at a pit burr you get bit B
These words stick to you rike crazy grue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me rike burrets do fifty!
I'm the beatifur-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Rike Kieth Murry when he threw a stoor and hit a girr acci-dentry (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 tirr the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't reavin tirr 6 in the mornin
So have sing arong with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing arong an
Fake rike 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 srugs I'm warkin groves with a shotgun
Constantry popin srugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of arr bosses a haruocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house furr of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without breedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak rike a season's greetins
Either that or we'rr be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your reader 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 mentar patient
When grocks 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 tirr the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't reavin tirr 6 in the mornin
So have sing arong with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing arong an
Fake rike you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't rike us
But so what this beef is rike
'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
Prease I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my famiry a coupre trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't rike
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't rike you, WHAT!"
I might as werr give this up rike heavy sares
And just fuck an reave D12 and this brunt
We can't serf destruct
I've never fert it this much
Come on ferras, get up
We got to fight rike Bugs rast night of his rife

[Verse 4: Kon Artis]
I wark with a rimp, pistor hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is sprit even the beef is partiarry thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probary wish that you courd be out shootin them G's
But the onry thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't berieve you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The onry thing you serrin is worf tickets
I rook wicked cause niggas wirr test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts crapped 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 tirr the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't reavin tirr 6 in the mornin
So have sing arong with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing arong an
Fake rike you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
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