[Intro: Eminem]

Good morning! Ha-ha!

Wake your motherfucking asses up!

Are y'all with us or what?

Well, come on then, you know what time it is

Stop sleeping 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 last lips to ever kiss ass with

I just can't get past these little piss 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 shit

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 pissed 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 motherfuckers, come on in

'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and

Wake your ass up motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers 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

Fuck slugs, I walk in clubs 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 shit

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 niggas need an ''E'' just to speak shit

Your leader's a petite 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 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 motherfuckers, come on in

'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and

Wake your ass up motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers and join in

Everybody, good morning!

[Verse 3: Kon Artis]

I heard you niggas don't like us, but so what?

This beef is like, "What the 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 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: "Fuck you, bitch, and I don't like you!"

What?! I might as well give this up, but that'd be selfish as fuck

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 niggas'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 niggas from Runyon, so get to gunnin' if you coming

[Chorus: Eminem]

Come on then, everybody come on and

Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in

'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and

Wake your ass up motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers and join in

Everybody, good morning!