6 In The Morning Lyrics – D12, Eminem
6 In The Morning Lyrics – D12,Eminem
Song Details:
Song: 6 In The Morning
Artist: D12, Eminem
Album: Devil’s Night
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Released: 2004
6 In The Morning Lyrics
Good Morning
Haha Wake Your Mother
Fucking Asses Up
Yo What Is The What
Well Come On Then You
Know What Time It Is
Stop Sleeping On
My Roof Bitch
For Whatever Its Worth
Its Worth Me Having
My Ass Whipped
Cause Ima Have The Last
Lift That Ever
Gets Ass Squished
I Just Cant Get Past
These Little Peasants
That Wanna Be Rauny
Bad Asses So Bad
And They So Mad
They Cant Stand It
Cause We Can And
They Cant Spit Hawk
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 Crap Is It
Hiphop Isnt A Sport
Anymore When You Got
To Go And Resort Back
Into That Shit
Maybe Im Old Fashioned
But My Passion
Is To Smash Anyone Rapping
Without Having A Slapping
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 Telling You Right
Now Your Not Gonna Like It
Cause If I Get Pushed Over
The Edge Then Im Pulling
You With Me
You Poke A Stick At A Big
Boy You Get Bit Be
These Words Stick To You
Like Crazy Glue
When You Diss Me Cause They
Just Bounce Off Me Like
Bullets Do Fifty
Im The Beautifulest Thing
And Your Gonna Miss
Me When Im Gone
Like Kieth Murry When He
Threw A Stool And Hit
A Girl Accidentally
I Do This For Swifty Kon
And Kuniva Bizzy & Proof
Are You With Me
Come On An Everybody
Come On An
Kick Your Shoes Off
Mother Fuckers Come On An
Cause We Get It On An
Till The Break Of Dawn An
Wake Your Ass Up
Motherfuckers Quit Yawning
Cause We Aint Leaving
Till 6 In The Morning
So Have 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 Motherfucking Join In
Everybody Come On An
Its In The Media Pitted
Me Of A Beef Starter
In A Party With Heat
Its Hard To Keep
Me Without One
Fuck Slugs Im Walkin
Gloves With A Shotgun
Constantly Popping
Slugs They Hot Son
Better Not Run
The Bosses Of All Bosses
A Holocaust To Whoever Aint Conscious
In A House Full Of Dog Shit
Ima Gothic Death Project
You Stop Breathing
You Die Quicker Than Mach
Speed Without Bleeding
It Aint About What You Reading
When You Meet Me Better
Speak Like A Seasons Greetings
Either That Or Well
Be Beefing Free When
You Niggas Need A E
Just To Speak Shit
Your Leader Is A Boutique Bitch
Keep The Heater Where
You Can Reach Quick
I Snipe You With It And
We Wont Even Keep It A Secret
Nigga 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
Fuckers Come On An
Cause We Get It On An
Till The Break Of Dawn An
Wake Your Ass Up
Motherfuckers Quit Yawning
Cause We Aint Leaving Till
6 In The Morning
So Have 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 Motherfucking Join In
Everybody Come On An
Yo Yo I Heard You
Niggas Dont Like Us
But So What This
Beef Is Like
What The Fuck Did
He Say In His Rap Em
I Can See That Hes Just A Punk
I Mean These Niggas
Squeeze On Me
Please Im Seeing Guts
I Dont Need No Enemies
As My Family A Couple Trucks
Am I Empty Seeing Them
White I Empty Out Them
White To Fight You
In Front Of Every Reporter
That I Dont Like
No Need For Metaphors
I Get Yours Across When I Write
So Emotions Enough
To Say Fuck You Bitch And
I Dont Like You WHAT
I Might As Well Give
This Up Like Heavy Sales
And Just Fuck 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
I Walk With A Limp Pistol
Hanging Offa The Hip
Im Awkward And Quick Enough
An Sick When Sparking A Fifth
Your Carcass Is Split Even
The Beef Is Partially Thick
We Cant Take You
Serious You A Comedy Skit
You Probably Wish That
You Could Be Out Shooting Them Gs
But The Only Thing You
Shoot Is The Breeze
I Cant Believe You
Speaking On Moving Keys
But Every Time We
Hear You Kick It
The Only Thing You S
elling Is Wolf Tickets
I Look Wicked Cause
Niggas 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
Niggas From Runave
So Get Your Gun
And If You Coming
Come On An Everybody
Come On An
Kick Your Shoes Off
Mother Fuckers Come On An
Cause We Get It On An
Till The Break Of Dawn An
Wake Your Ass Up
Motherfuckers Quit Yawning
Cause We Aint Leaving
Till 6 In The Morning
So Have 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 Motherfucking Join In
Everybody Come On An
