Come On In Lyrics - Straight From The Lab Ep - Eminem

Good mornin 

Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up 

Hey yo what is the what? 

Well come on in, you know what time it is 

Stop sleepin on my group, bitch 

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

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

I just can't get past these little pissants 

That wanna be brauny 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 Then it's a wrap, Then it's a scrap 

an 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 passion 

Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin 

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 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 bit, 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, 50 

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 accidently (argghhh!) 

I do this for Swifty 

Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy, and Proof are you with me? 

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(Chorus: Eminem) 

Come on in Everybody come on in 

Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in 

Cause we get it on un- til the break of dawnin' 

Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin 

Cause we ain't leavin til 6 in tha mornin 

So help us sing along with the words o' the song an 

If you don't know the words an you can't sing along then 

Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in 

Everybody come on in 

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(Swifty) 

They said of me, the epitome of a beef starter 

In a party with heat. It's hard to keep me without one 

Fuck snubs, I walk in clubs with a shotgun 

Constantly poppin slugs. they hot son, better not run 

The bosses of all bosses, A halocaust to whoever ain't cautious 

In a house full of dark shit, I'ma gothic death prophet. yo 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 frequent 

You n***az need a 'E' just to speak shit 

an Your leader is a petite bitch 

Keep the heater where you can reach quick 

I snipe you with it an won't even keep it a secret 

N***a I did it from a mind of a mental patient 

When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan 

You brave? 

(Chorus: Eminem) 

Well Come on in Everybody come on in 

Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in 

Cause we get it on un- til the break of dawnin' 

Wake your ass up, mother fuckers. Quit yawnin 

Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin 

So help us sing along with the words o' the song an 

If you don't know the words an you can't sing along then 

Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in 

Everybody come on in 

(Kuniva) 

Yo yo 

I heard you niggas don't like us 

But so what this beef is like 

"What tha fuck" did he say in his rap Em? 

I can see that he just a punk 

I mean these niggas 'll squeeze on me 

Please I'm seeing guts 

I don't need no enemies, is my family a couple (?) 

Am I (?)? To emtpy out them (?) 

To fight you in front of every reporter that I don't like 

No need for metaphors I get points across when I write 

Just emotion's enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT?!" 

I might as well give this up 

But tha'd be selfish as fuck to leave D12 an' it's What? 

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 

(Kon Artis) 

I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off'a tha hip 

I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fifth 

Your carcas'll split even if beef is partially thick 

We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit 

You probaly wish that you could be out shootin at 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 you sellin is wolf tickets 

I look wicked cause n***az 'll test your nut sack 

So when they bust you better bust back 

Or get your guts clapped outta your stomach 

And when they want it (yeah) 

I bring a hundred n***az from (?) 

So get to gunnin if you comin 

(Chorus: Eminem) 

Well Come on in Everybody come on in 

Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in 

Cause we get it on un- til the break of dawnin' 

Wake your arse up mother fuckers quit yawnin 

Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin 

So help us sing along with the words o' the song an 

If you don't know the words an you can't sing along then 

Fake like you know em mother fuckers an join in 

Everybody come on in