Mr. Porter - 6 in the Morning lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Good morning! Wake your motherf**ing a**es up! Y'all with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my group, b*tch! [Eminem] For whatever it's worth, it's worth me having my a** whipped Cause I'mma have the last lips to ever kiss a** with I just can't get pa**ed these little pissants That wanna be brawny bad a**es 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 sh** Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but my pa**ion Is to smash anyone rapping without having to slap him Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol When I'm pissed now, but it all depends on just how Far it gets took on the mic Cause I'm telling you right now you're not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pulling you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull, you get bit, B 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-est thing, and you're gonna miss me When I'm gone, like Keith Murray when he threw his stool And hit a girl accidentally I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy and Proof - are you with me? [Hook: Eminem] Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherf**ers, come on IN Cause we get it on and, 'til the break of dawn and Wake your a** up motherf**ers, quit yawning Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning So have a 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 motherf**ers and join in Everybody good morning [Swifty] They consider me the epitome of a beef starter In the party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one f** snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun Constantly popping slugs, they hot son, better not run (AHH!) The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't cautious In a house full of dog sh** I'm a Gothic d**h prophet, you'll stop breathing You'll die quicker than mach speed without bleeding It ain't about what you reading When you meet me better speak like it's Seasons Greetings Either that or we'll be beefing frequent You n***as need an E just to speak sh** In your window there's a petite b**h Keep the heater where you can reach quick I'll snipe you with it and won't even keep it a secret n***a, I did it from the mind of a mental patient When Glocks sway you can save that conversation for Satan You brave? [Hook] [Kon Artis] I heard you n***as don't like us but so what, this beef is like what the f** Did he say in his rap? Em, I can see that he just a punk I mean these n***as'll squeeze on me pleased when seeing guts I don't need no enemies, just my family, a couple trucks And my MPC 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, "f** you b**h and I don't like you!" WHAT! I might as well give this up, but that'd be selfish as f** You'll leave D12 in this, but we can't self-destruct 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 hanging off of the hip I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth Your carca** is split, even if beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you selling is woof tickets I look wicked cause n***as'll test your nutsack So when they bust you better bust back or get your guts clapped Outta your stomach, and when they want it I'll bring a hundred n***as from Runyon so get to gunnin if you coming [Hook]