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Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my group bitch!
For whatever its worth its worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause Ima have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just cant get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they cant stand it
Cause we can and they cant spit (Haawk)
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?
Hip-Hop isnt a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe Im old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
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 tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then Im 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!
Im the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when Im gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
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 yawnin
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the mornin
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 motherfuckin 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 popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever aint concious
In a house full of dog shit,
Ima 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 seasons greetins
Either that or well 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 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 motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the mornin
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 motherfuckin 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 niggaz squeeze on me
Please Im seeing guts
I dont 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 dont like
No need for metaphores 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 hangin off-a the hip
Im awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We cant take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them Gs
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I cant believe you speaking on movin keys
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 (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we aint leavin till 6 in the mornin
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 motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
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