[Intro: Eminem]   good morning   Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up   You with us or what?   Well come on then, you know what time it is   Stop sleepin on my group bitch!      [Verse 1: Eminem]   For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped   Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever kiss ass with ( kiss )   I just can't get past these little pissants   That wanna be rauny 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 and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then 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 pashion   Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin   Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but 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 pitbull 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'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 acci-dently (argghhh!!)   I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?      [Chorus: Eminem]   Good mornin' everybody good mornin'   Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in   Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an   Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin   Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin   So have a sing along with the words to the song an   If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then   Fake like you know 'em motherfucker an join in   Everybody good mornin'      [Verse 2: Swifty]   Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter   In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one   Fuck snubs I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun   Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run   The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious   In a house full of dark shit,   I'ma gothic death prophet, you 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 free when   You niggaz 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 and we won't 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?      [Chorus: Eminem]   Good mornin' everybody good mornin'   Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in   Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an   Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin   Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin   So have a sing along with the words to the song an   If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then   Fake like you know 'em motherfucker an join in   Everybody good mornin'      [Verse 3: Kon Artis]   Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us   But so what this beef is like   'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'   I can see that he's just a punk   I mean these niggaz squeeze on me   Please I'm seeing guts   I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks   Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you   In front of every reporter that I don't like   No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write   So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, shit I don't like you, WHAT!"   I might as well give this up like heavy sales   And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt   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 come on      [Verse 4: Kuniva]   I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip   I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith   Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick   We can't 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 can't believe you speaking on movin key's   But every time we hear you kick it   The only thing that 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 (yeah)   I bring a hundred niggas from runave   So get to gunnin' and if you comin      [Chorus: Eminem]   Good mornin' everybody good mornin'   Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in   Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an   Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin   Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin   So have a sing along with the words to the song an   If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then   Fake like you know 'em motherfucker an join in   Everybody good mornin'