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?
[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