SongtexteCome on In

Eminem

Letzte Aktualisierung am: 29. Juli 2019
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Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up Hey yo what is the what? Well come on in, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my group, bitch For whatever it's worth, it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever get ass squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be brauny 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 Then it's a wrap, Then it's a scrap an 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 passion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when 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 bit, 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, 50 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 accidently (argghhh!) I do this for Swifty Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy, and Proof are you with me? (Chorus: Eminem) Come on in Everybody come on in Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in Cause we get it on un- til the break of dawnin' Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin til 6 in tha mornin So help us sing along with the words o' the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along then Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in Everybody come on in (Swifty) They said of me, the epitome of a beef starter In a party with heat. It's hard to keep me without one Fuck snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun Constantly poppin slugs. they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses, A halocaust to whoever ain't cautious In a house full of dark shit, I'ma gothic death prophet. yo 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 frequent You n***az need a 'E' just to speak shit an Your leader is a petite bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it an won't even keep it a secret N***a I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? (Chorus: Eminem) Well Come on in Everybody come on in Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in Cause we get it on un- til the break of dawnin' Wake your ass up, mother fuckers. Quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So help us sing along with the words o' the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along then Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in Everybody come on in (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 just a punk I mean these niggas 'll squeeze on me Please I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, is my family a couple (?) Am I (?)? To emtpy out them (?) To fight you in front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphors I get points across when I write Just emotion's enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT?!" I might as well give this up But tha'd be selfish as fuck to leave D12 an' it's What? 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 fifth Your carcas'll split even if beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin at 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 n***az 'll test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back Or get your guts clapped outta your stomach And when they want it (yeah) I bring a hundred n***az from (?) So get to gunnin if you comin (Chorus: Eminem) Well Come on in Everybody come on in Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in Cause we get it on un- til the break of dawnin' Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So help us sing along with the words o' the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing along then Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in Everybody come on in

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