6 in the Morning [Come On In] [Croatian translation]

[Intro: Eminem]

Good morning!

Wake your motherfucking asses up!

Are y'all with us or what?

Well come on then, you know what time it is

Stop sleeping on my group, BITCH!

[Verse 1: Eminem]

For whatever it's worth, it's worth me having my ass whipped

'Cause I'ma have the last lips, to ever kiss ass squished

I just can't get passed these little pissants

That wanna be brawny 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 shit maybe I'm old-fashioned

But my passion, 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 Pit Bull, 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 motherfuckers, come on in

'Cause we get it on and, 'til the break of dawn and

Wake your ass up motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers and join in

Everybody good morning

[Verse 2: Swifty]

They consider me the, epitome of a beef starter

In the party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one

Fuck 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 shit

I'm a Gothic death 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, niggas need an E just to speak shit

[?] there's a petite bitch, keep the heater where you can reach quick

I'll snipe you with it, and won't even keep it a secret

Nigga I did it, from the mind of a mental patient

When Glocks sway, you can save that conversation for Satan

You brave?

[Hook: Eminem]

Come on then, everybody come on and

Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in

'Cause we get it on and, 'til the break of dawn and

Wake your ass up motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers and join in

Everybody good morning

[Verse 3: Kon Artis]

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 just a punk, I mean these niggas'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 every reporter that I don't like

No need for metaphors to get points across when I write

This emotion's enough to say: "Fuck you bitch and I don't like you!"

WHAT! I might as well give this up but that'd be, selfish as fuck

To 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!

[Verse 4: 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 carcass 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 niggas'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 niggas from Runyon so get to gunnin' if you coming

[Hook: Eminem]

Come on then, everybody come on and

Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in

'Cause we get it on and, 'til the break of dawn and

Wake your ass up motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers and join in

Everybody good morning