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