[Intro: Eminem]
Good morning! Haha.
Wake your [bad word] asses up!
Aiyyo, what if so what [bad word] on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my group [bad word]  {*gun [bad word]  BLAM*}

[Eminem]
For whatever it's worth, it's worth me havin my [bad word] whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss [bad word] with
I just can't get passed these little [bad word] ants
that wanna be Barney 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 then it's a wrap
Then it's a scrap and it isn't rap, is it?
Hip-hop isn't a sport anymore
when you gotta go and resort back into that [bad word] Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but my passion
is to smash anyone rappin without havin to slap him
Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol
when I'm [bad word] 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 pitbull you get bit Your words stick to you like crazy glue when you diss me
Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50
I'm the beautiful instinct, and you're gonna miss me
when I'm gone, like Keith Murray when he threw his stool
and hit a girl accidentally (ahh!)
I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof - are you with me?
 [bad word]  Eminem]
Well c'mon then, everybody good mornin
Kick your shoes off [bad word] [bad word] on in
Cause we get it on and, 'til the break of dawnin
Wake your [bad word] up [bad word]  quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin 'til 6 in the mornin
So ever 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 [bad word] and join in
Everybody good mornin

[Swifty]
They consider me the epitomy of a beef starter
In the party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one [bad word] snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun
Constantly poppin slugs, they hot son, better [bad word] (AHH!)
The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't cautious
In a house full of dog [bad word] I'm a gothic death prophet, you'll stop breathin
You'll die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like it's Seasons Greetings
Either that or we'll be beefin frequent
You niggaz need an just to speak [bad word] And your heater is a petite [bad word] Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I'll snipe you with it and won't even keep it a secret [bad word] I did it from the mind of a mental patient
When glocks sway you can save that conversation for Satan
You brave?
 [bad word] 

[Kon Artis]
Yo, yo - I heard you niggaz
don't like us but so what, this beef is like what the [bad word] did he say in his rap - am I conceded? He just a punk
I mean these niggaz'll squeeze on me pleased when seein guts
I don't need no enemies cause my family a couple [bad word] And my {?} and a mic, they empty out on them bike
to fight you in front of everyone important that I don't like
No need for metaphors to get points across when I write
This emotion's enough to say, [bad word] you [bad word] and I don't like you!
WHAT! I might as well give this up, but that'd be selfish as [bad word] You'll leave D12 in this, but we can't [bad word] I've never felt it this much, c'mon fellas get up!
We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, C'MON!

[Kuniva]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off of the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparkin a fifth
Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a co