作曲 : Carlisle, Mathers, Moore ... | |
(Eminem) | |
Good mornin | |
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up | |
You with us or 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 ass whipped | |
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass 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 crap 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 pit bull 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 break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin join in | |
Everybody come on an | |
(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 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 niggaz 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 | |
Nigga 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 motherfuckers come on an | |
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin 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 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 | |
Please I'm seeing guts | |
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks | |
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white 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 the 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 motherfuckers come on an | |
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin join in | |
Everybody come on an |
zuo qu : Carlisle, Mathers, Moore ... | |
Eminem | |
Good mornin | |
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up | |
You with us or 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 ass whipped | |
Cause I' ma have the last lift that ever gets ass 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 crap is it? | |
HipHop 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 pit bull 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 beatifulest thing and your gonna miss me when I' m gone | |
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidently 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 break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain' t leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin join in | |
Everybody come on an | |
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 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 niggaz 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 | |
Nigga 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 motherfuckers come on an | |
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain' t leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin 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 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 | |
Please I' m seeing guts | |
I don' t need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks | |
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white 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 offa the 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 motherfuckers come on an | |
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain' t leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin join in | |
Everybody come on an |
zuò qǔ : Carlisle, Mathers, Moore ... | |
Eminem | |
Good mornin | |
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up | |
You with us or 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 ass whipped | |
Cause I' ma have the last lift that ever gets ass 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 crap is it? | |
HipHop 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 pit bull 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 beatifulest thing and your gonna miss me when I' m gone | |
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidently 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 break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain' t leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin join in | |
Everybody come on an | |
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 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 niggaz 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 | |
Nigga 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 motherfuckers come on an | |
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain' t leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin 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 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 | |
Please I' m seeing guts | |
I don' t need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks | |
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white 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 offa the 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 motherfuckers come on an | |
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an | |
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin | |
Cause we ain' t leavin till 6 in the mornin | |
So have 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 motherfuckin join in | |
Everybody come on an |