Eminem - Come On In lyrics

Album: Straight From The Lab (2003)

(feat. D12)
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother f*ckin arses up
Yo what is the what?
Well c´mon then, you know what time it´s
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch

For whatever it is worth it is worth me havin my arse whipped
Cause I ama have the last lift that ever gets arse squished
I just can´t get past these little pissants
That want to be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can´t stand it
Cause we can & they can´t spit (Haawk)
And they can´t handle it like a man
And that is when it just happens
And I snap & it is a wrap, & it is a scrap an then it´sn´t rap is it?
Hip-Hop is not a sport anymore when you got to go & resort back into that shit
Maybe I am old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I would much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I am pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get´s took on the mic
Cause I am tellin you right now your not going to like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I am 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!
I am the beatiful-est thing & your going to miss me when I am gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool & hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon & Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof are you with me?

[Chorus: Eminem]
C´mon an everybody c´mon an
Kick your shoes off mother f*ckers c´mon an
Cause we get it on an until the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother f*ckers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin until 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you do not know the words an you can not sing along an
Fake like you know ´em mother f*ckers an join in
Everybody c´mon an

[Swifty]
?? the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it is hard to keep me without one
F*ck sluts I am walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin
they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever aint concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I ama 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 season´s greetins
Either that or we will be beefin free when
You ******* need a ´E´ just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it & we won´t 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?

[Chorus: Eminem]
C´mon an everybody c´mon an
Kick your shoes off mother f*ckers c´mon an
Cause we get it on an until the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother f*ckers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin until 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you do not know the words an you can not sing along an
Fake like you know ´em mother f*ckers an join in
Everybody c´mon an

[Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don´t like us
But so what this beef is like
´What tha f*ck did he say in his rap Em?´
I can see that he has just a punk
I mean these niggas squeeze on me
Please I am seeing guts
I do not 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 do not like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say f*ck you bitch, & I do not like you, WHAT!
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just f*ck an leave D12 & this blunt
We can not self destruct
I have never felt it this much
C´mon 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 am awkward & quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can not take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G´s
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I cannot 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 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 (yea)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun & if you comin

[Chorus: Eminem]
C´mon an everybody c´mon an
Kick your shoes off mother f*ckers c´mon an
Cause we get it on an until the brick of dawn an
Wake your arse up mother f*ckers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin until 6 in tha mornin
So up an sing along with the words to the song an
If you do not know the words an you can not sing along an
Fake like you know ´em mother f*ckers an join in
Everybody c´mon an

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