Eminem Lyrics
"Come
On In"
(feat. D12)
Good mornin
Haha, wake
your mother fuckin arses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you
know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch
For
whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my arse whipped
Cause I'ma have the
last lift that ever gets arse squished
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 rap 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 big boy 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 brick of dawn an
Wake your arse
up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So
up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
Everybody
come on an
[Swifty]
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 ******* 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
****** 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 mother fuckers
come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse
up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So
up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
Everybody
come on an
[Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't
like us
But so what this beef is like
'What tha fuck did he say in his
rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggas 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 ?? I emtpy out them ?? 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
[Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol
hangin off'a tha 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 mother fuckers come on an
Cause
we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother fuckers
quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an 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 mother fuckers an join in
Everybody come
on an
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