Eminem "Come On In" lyrics

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Come On In

[Intro: Eminem]Good morning!Wake your motherfucking asses up!Yall with us or what?Well come on then, you know what time it isStop sleeping on my roof, BITCH!

[Eminem]For whatever it's worth, it's worth me having my ass whippedCause I'mma have the last lips to ever kiss ass withI just can't get passed these little pissantsThat wanna be rauny bad asses so badAnd they so mad they can't stand it, cause we can and they can't spitAnd they can't handle it like a manAnd that's when it just happens and I snap then it's a wrapThen it's a scrap and it isn't rap, is it?Hip-hop isn't a sport anymoreWhen you gotta go and resort back into that shitMaybe I'm old-fashioned, but my passionIs to smash anyone rapping without having to slap himBelieve me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistolWhen I'm pissed now, but it all depends on just howFar it gets took on the micCause I'm telling you right now you're not gonna like itCause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with meYou poke a stick at a pitbull, you get bit, BYour words stick to you like crazy glue when you diss meCause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50I'm the beautiful-est thing, and you're gonna miss meWhen I'm gone, like Keith Murray when he threw his stoolAnd hit a girl accidentallyI do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof - are you with me?

[Hook: Eminem]Come on then, everybody come on andKick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on INCause we get it on and, 'til the break of dawn andWake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawningCause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morningSo have a sing along with the words of the song andIf you don't know the words and you can't sing along thenFake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join inEverybody good morning

[Swifty]They consider me the epitome of a beef starterIn the party with heat, it's hard to keep me without oneFuck snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgunConstantly popping slugs, they hot son, better not run (AHH!)The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't cautiousIn a house full of dog shitI'm a Gothic death prophet, you'll stop breathingYou'll die quicker than mach speed without bleedingIt ain't about what you readingWhen you meet me better speak like it's Seasons GreetingsEither that or we'll be beefing frequentYou niggas need an E just to speak shitAnd your heater is a petite bitchKeep the heater where you can reach quickI'll snipe you with it and won't even keep it a secretNigga, I did it from the mind of a mental patientWhen Glocks sway you can save that conversation for SatanYou brave?

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[Kon Artis]I heard you niggas don't like us but so what, this beef is like what the fuckDid he say in his rap? Em, I can see that he just a punkI mean these niggas'll squeeze on me pleased when seeing gutsI don't need no enemies cause my family a couple trucksAm I empty seeing the mic, they empty out on them bikeTo fight you in front of everyone important that I don't likeNo need for metaphors to get points across when I writeThis 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 fuckYou'll leave D12 in this, but we can't self-destructI've never felt it this much, c'mon fellas get up!We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, C'MON!

[Kuniva]I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hipI'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifthYour carcass is split, even if beef is partially thickWe can't take you serious, you a comedy skitYou probably wish that you could be out, shooting at G'sBut the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believeYou speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick itThe only thing that you selling is woof ticketsI look wicked cause niggas'll test your nutsackSo when they bust you better bust back or get your guts clappedOutta your stomach, and when they want itI'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon so get to gunnin if you coming

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Uđite unutra

(Intro: Eminem)Dobro jutro!Probudite se, debilčine!Jeste li s nama ili ne?Pa idemo onda, znate koje je vrijemePrestanite mi spavati na krovu, PIČKE!

(Eminem)Prihvaćam da me izmlate po guzici zbog bilo čegaJer moje su usne zadnje koje će ikad poljubiti guzicuJednostavno ne mogu prijeći preko tih malih popišanacaKoji toliko žele biti opakiI tako su ljuti da to ne mogu podnijeti, jer mi znamo, a oni ne znaju repatiI ne mogu se nositi s time kao muškarciI tada se to dogodi i ja poludim i to je zamkaI onda se dogodi sranje i to nije rap, zar ne?Hip-hop više nije sportKad moraš pribjegavati tom sranjuMožda sam staromodan, ali moja strast jeRazvaljivanje svih repera bez da ih ošamarimVjerujte mi, mnogo bih radije podigao olovku nego pištoljKad sam ljut, ali sve to ovisi o tomeKoliko daleko idu kad su za mikrofonomJer sad vam govorim da vam se neće svidjetiJer ako me gurnu preko ruba, povući ću vas sa sobomAko udariš pitbulla štapom, ugrist će te, B*Tvoje riječi se lijepe za tebe kao super ljepilo kad me pljuješJer se jednostavno odbijaju od mene, kao i meci od 50 Centa*Ja sam najljepša stvar i nedostajat ću tiKad me ne bude, kao i Keithu Murrayu* kad je bacio stolicuI slučajno pogodio neku djevojkuOvo radim za Swiftyja, Kona i Kunivu, Bizzyja i Proofa, jeste li sa mnom?

(Refren: Eminem)Hajte sada, hajte svi iSkinite cipele, kreteni, i uđite unutraJer mi ćemo razvaljivati do zore iProbudite se, kreteni, prestanite zijevatiJer nećemo izaći do 6 ujutroZato pjevajte uz riječi pjesme, aAko ne znate riječi i ne možete pjevati uz njihOnda se pravite da ih znate, kreteni, i pridružite seDobro jutro svima!

(Swifty)Smatraju me slikom i prilikom onoga koji započinje sukobeNa zabavi nosim oružje, teško me je držati bez njegaJebo pištolje, ja ulazim u klubove s puškomStalno izbacujem metke, vrući su, bolje nemoj bježati (AAA!)Šef svih šefova; holokaust za svakoga tko nije oprezanU kući punoj psećih govanaJa sam gotski prorok smrti, prestat ćeš disatiUmrijet ćeš brže od brzine svjetlosti bez krvarenjaNe radi se o onome što čitašKad se sretnem, bolje govori kao da si na domjenkuIli to ili ćemo se stalno sukobljavatiVama crnjama treba ecstasy samo da progovoriteA vaše oružje je mala pičkicaDržite oružje tamo odakle ga možete brzo izvućiUpucat ću vas snajperom i neću to uopće držati tajnomStari, imam um mentalnog bolesnikaKad pištolj zamahne, možeš sačuvai taj razgovor za sotonuJesi li dovoljno hrabar?

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(Kon Artis)Čuo sam da nas ne volite, pa što, ovaj sukob se svodi na 'koji je kuracOn rekao u svojoj pjesmi?'* Em, mogu vidjeti da je on samo pizdaMislim da bi me te crnje zagrlile da im pokažem mudaNe trebaju mi neprijatelji jer moja obitelj posjeduje kamioneAko vidim da je mjesto za mikrofonom prazno, ispraznit ću pištolj na vas vaniBorit ću se s vama ispred svih važnih ljudi koje ne volimNe trebaju mi metafore da dobijem bodove dok pišemDovoljno je da kažem: "Jebi se, pizdo, ne sviđaš mi se!"ŠTO! Mogao bih isto tako odustati, ali to bi bilo jako sebičnoOstavljate D12 u tome, ali mi se ne možemo sami uništitiNikad nisam to toliko osjećao, hajmo momci, dižite se!Moramo se boriti kao Bugz* zadnje noći svog života, HAJMO!

(Kuniva)Hodam pogrbljeno, pištolj visi s mog kukaČudan sam i dovoljno brz i bolestan kad izbacujem petakaRaskolit ću vam lešinu, čak i ako je sukob ozbiljanNe možemo vas uzeti za ozbiljno, vi ste komični skečVjerojatno želite biti vani i pucati s kriminalcimaAli jedino što pucate je zrak, ne mogu vjerovatiDa pričate o dilanju droge, ali svaki put kad vas čujemo, napadate nasOpaki ste samo na riječimaIzgledam opasno jer ovi crnje će ti testirati mudaPa kad opucaju, bolje uzvrati vatru ili će ti utroba ispastiIz želuca, a ako to stvarno želiteDovest ću sto crnja s Runyona*, pa se pripremite za pucnjavu ako dolazite

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