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主歌 A1
Come On In
(feat. D12)
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother ***in arses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof ***
For whatever its worth its worth me havin my arse whipped
Cause Ima have the last lift that ever gets arse squished
I just cant get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they cant stand it
Cause we can and they cant spit (Haawk)
And they cant handle it like a man
And thats when it just happens
And I snap and its a wrap, and its a scrap an then it isnt
rap is it?
Hip-Hop isnt a sport anymore when you got to go and resort
back into that ***
Maybe Im old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me Id much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but
Im pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic
Cause Im tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then Im 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!
Im the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when Im 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?
主歌 A2
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother ***ers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother ***ers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you dont know the words an you cant sing along an
Fake like you know em mother ***ers an join in
Everybody come on an
主歌 A3
?? the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat its hard to keep me without one
*** slugs Im walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever aint
concious
In a house full of dog ***,
Ima gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It aint about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a seasons greetins
Either that or well be beefin free when
You ******* need a E just to speak ***!
Your leader is a botique ***
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we wont 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?
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother ***ers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother ***ers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you dont know the words an you cant sing along an
Fake like you know em mother ***ers an join in
Everybody come on an
Yo yo I heard you ***s dont like us
But so what this beef is like
What tha *** did he say in his rap Em?
I can see that hes just a punk
I mean these ***s squeeze on me
Please Im seeing guts
I dont 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 dont like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "*** you ***, and I dont like
you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just *** an leave D12 and this blunt
We cant self destruct
Ive never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
主歌 A4
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin offa tha hip
Im awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We cant take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them Gs
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I cant believe you speaking on movin keys
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause ***s 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 ***s from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother ***ers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother ***ers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you dont know the words an you cant sing along an
Fake like you know em mother ***ers an join in
Everybody come on an
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