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letra de 6 in the morning (clean) - d12

[intro: eminem]
good morning! ha-ha!
wake your mother——– asses up!
are y’all with us or what?
well, come on then, you know what time it is
stop sleeping on my group, —–!

[verse 1: eminem]
for whatever it’s worth it’s worth me havin’ my ass whipped
’cause i’ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
i just can’t get past these little p-ss ants
that wanna be brawny bad asses so bad
and they so mad, they can’t stand it
’cause we can and they can’t spit
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 scr-p, and then it isn’t rap, is it?
hip-hop isn’t a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that —-
maybe i’m old-fashioned, but my passion is to smash anyone rappin’ without havin’ to slap him
believе me, i’d much rather lift a pencil than a —— whеn i’m p-ssed now
but it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic
’cause i’m tellin’ you right now, you’re 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 krazy glue when you diss me
’cause they just bounce off me, like ——- to 50
i’m the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when i’m gone
like keith murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
i do this for swifty, kon and kuniva, bizzy and proof, are you with me?
[chorus: eminem]
come on then, everybody good morning
kick your shoes off mother——-, come on in
’cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
wake your ass up mother——-, quit yawning
’cause we ain’t leaving ’til 6 in the morning
so have a sing along with the words of the song and
if you don’t know the words, and you can’t sing along, then
fake like you know ’em mother——- and join in
everybody, good morning!

[verse 2: swifty mcvay]
they consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
in a party with heat, it’s hard to keep me without one
—- —–, i walk in clubs with a ——-
constantly poppin’ —–, they hot, son, better not run (aah!)
the bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain’t cautious
in a house full of dog —-
i’m a gothic death project, you stop breathin’
you — quicker than mach speed without bleedin’
it ain’t about what you readin’
when you meet me, better speak like a season’s greetings
either that or we’ll be beefin’ frequent
you —— need an ”-” just to speak —-
your leader’s a petite —–
keep the heater where you can reach quick
i —– you with it, and we won’t even keep it a secret
—— i did it from the mind of a mental patient
when —— wave, you can save that conversation for satan
you brave?
[chorus: eminem]
come on then, everybody good morning
kick your shoes off mother——-, come on in
’cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
wake your ass up mother——-, quit yawning
’cause we ain’t leaving ’til 6 in the morning
so have a sing along with the words of the song and
if you don’t know the words, and you can’t sing along, then
fake like you know ’em mother——- and join in
everybody, good morning!

[verse 3: kon artis]
i heard you ——- don’t like us, but so what?
this beef is like, “what the —- did he say in his rap, em?”
i can see that he’s just a punk
i mean these ——- squeeze on me
please, i’m seeing guts
i don’t need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my mpc and a mic
they empty out on them bike to fight you
in front of every reporter that i don’t like
no need for metaphors to get points across when i write
no need for metaphors to get points across when i write
this emotion’s enough to say: “—- you, —–, and i don’t like you!”
what?! i might as well give this up, but that’d be selfish as —-
to leave d12 in this, but we can’t self-destruct
i’ve never felt it this much, c’mon, fellas, get up!
we gotta fight like bugz last night of his life, c’mon!
[verse 4: kuniva]
i walk with a limp, —— hanging off of the hip
i’m awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a —–
your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
we can’t take you seriously, you a comedy skit
you probably wish that you could be out, ——– at g’s
but the only thing you shoot is the breeze, i can’t believe
you speaking on moving —, but every time we hear you kick it
the only thing that you selling is woof tickets
i look wicked ’cause ——— test your ——-
so when they —-, you better —- back or get your —- ——- outta your stomach
and when they want it i’ll bring a hundred —— from runyon, so get to ——- if you coming

[chorus: eminem]
come on then, everybody good morning
kick your shoes off mother——-, come on in
’cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
wake your ass up mother——-, quit yawning
’cause we ain’t leaving ’til 6 in the morning
so have a sing along with the words of the song and
if you don’t know the words, and you can’t sing along, then
fake like you know ’em mother——- and join in
everybody, good morning!

- d12

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