Come on In
Eminem Lyrics


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Good morning
Haha, wake your motherfuckin' asses up
Yo, what is the what?
Well, come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin' on my roof, bitch

For whatever it's worth, it's worth me havin' my ass whipped
'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little piss ants
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 and it's a wrap, and it's scrap
And then 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 rappin' without havin' 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 tellin' you right now
You're 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 Krazy Glue when you diss me
'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50
I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy amd Proof, are you with me?

Good morning, everybody, good morning
Kick your shoes off, motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up, motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til six 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

They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck snubs, I'm walk in clubs with a shotgun
Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses
A holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
In a house full of dog shit
I'm a Gothic death project, you'll stop believin'
You'll die quicker than Mach speed without bleedin'
It ain't about what you readin'
When you meet me, better speak like a season's greetings
Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent
You niggas need an E just to speak shit
Your leader is a petite 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 the mind of a mental patient
When Glocks wave, you can save that conversation for Satan
You brave?

Good morning, everybody, good morning
Kick your shoes off, motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up, motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til six 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

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 niggas'll squeeze
Only pleased with seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
And my MPC and a mic
Then empty out and then 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, come on

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 Gs
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

Good morning, everybody, good morning
Kick your shoes off, motherfuckers, come on in
'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
Wake your ass up, motherfuckers, quit yawning
'Cause we ain't leaving 'til six 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eminem's song, "Come on In", are a defiant declaration of his prowess as a rapper and an indication of his willingness to engage in battles with other rappers. Through his verses, he describes himself as the epitome of a beef starter, someone who is always ready to go head-to-head with others who wish to challenge him. He also talks about how he is passionate about rap and how he would rather lift a pencil than a pistol when he is angry. He explains that hip-hop is no longer just a sport, but something that people resort back to when they can't handle a situation like a man.


The song's chorus repeats the phrase "good morning" multiple times, creating an ironic tone as it is clear from the lyrics that Eminem is in no mood for pleasantries. He urges listeners to wake up, stop yawning, and join him in fighting those who try to bring him down. The song ends with a warning to those who would try to provoke him, that if they poke a stick at a pitbull, they will get bit.


Line by Line Meaning

Good morning
Greetings to everyone, a new day has begun


Haha, wake your motherfuckin' asses up
Get out of bed and start your day with energy and enthusiasm


Yo, what is the what?
What's going on? What is happening?


Well, come on then, you know what time it is
Let's get started, it's time to take action


Stop sleepin' on my roof, bitch
Stop underestimating and disrespecting me


For whatever it's worth, it's worth me havin' my ass whipped
I'm willing to face any consequences for speaking my mind


'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I refuse to flatter or appease others just to gain favor


I just can't get past these little piss ants
I can't ignore or overlook these insignificant individuals


That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad
They desperately want to appear tough and formidable


And they so mad they can't stand it
Their anger and frustration is overwhelming


'Cause we can and they can't spit
We have the talent and skills to rap successfully, but they don't


And they can't handle it like a man
They can't deal with it maturely and confidently


And that's when it just happens
That's when the conflict and confrontation arise


And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's scrap
I lose control and things escalate quickly, resulting in a fight


And then it isn't rap, is it?
At that point, it's not just about music anymore


Hip-hop isn't a sport anymore
The competitive and artistic nature of hip-hop has changed


When you gotta go and resort back into that shit
When you have to revert to violence and aggression


Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but my passion is
I might be considered old-fashioned, but I'm passionate about my craft


To smash anyone rappin' without havin' to slap him
To defeat any rapper lyrically, without resorting to physical violence


Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol
I prefer expressing myself through writing rather than through weapons


When I'm pissed now, but it all depends on just how far
When I'm angry, but the extent of my reaction depends on the situation


It gets took on the mic 'cause I'm tellin' you right now
If someone goes too far in their lyrics, I will respond fiercely


You're not gonna like it
You won't appreciate the consequences of provoking me


'Cause if I get pushed over the edge, then I'm pullin' you with me
If I reach my breaking point, I'm dragging you into the conflict


You poke a stick at a pitbull, you get bit, B
If you provoke or challenge someone dangerous, you'll suffer the consequences


These words stick to you like Krazy Glue when you diss me
My insults and comebacks stick to you and affect you strongly


'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets do 50
Your insults and attacks have no impact on me, they don't bother me


I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you're gonna miss me when I'm gone
I'm confident in my talent and presence, and you'll regret underestimating me in the future


Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally
Similar to a well-known incident where Keith Murray caused unintended harm


I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy amd Proof, are you with me?
I pursue my career in music for the sake of my fellow artists and friends


Kick your shoes off, motherfuckers, come on in
Get comfortable and join the party, let's have a good time


'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and
We continue to party and have fun until the early hours of the morning


Wake your ass up, motherfuckers, quit yawning
Stop being lazy and unmotivated, get energized and active


'Cause we ain't leaving 'til six in the morning
We aren't going anywhere until the sun rises


So have a sing along with the words of the song and
Join in and sing along with the lyrics of this song


If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then
If you're unfamiliar with the lyrics and can't participate in singing


Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in
Pretend to know the lyrics and still participate


They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
They see me as the ultimate instigator of conflicts


In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one
In a tense atmosphere, it's difficult for me to be unarmed


Fuck snubs, I'm walk in clubs with a shotgun
I don't care about pistols, I enter clubs with a more powerful weapon


Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run
Frequently firing bullets, they're dangerous, so don't try to escape


The bosses of all bosses
The leaders of leaders, the most powerful individuals


A holocaust to whoever ain't conscious
A complete destruction for those who lack awareness and understanding


In a house full of dog shit
In an environment filled with deceit and filth


I'm a Gothic death project, you'll stop believin'
I present a dark and ominous persona, causing you to lose faith


You'll die quicker than Mach speed without bleedin'
You'll face a sudden and swift death without any visible injuries


It ain't about what you readin'
It's not about what you've learned or studied


When you meet me, better speak like a season's greetings
When you encounter me, use respectful and polite language


Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent
Otherwise, we'll engage in ongoing conflicts


You niggas need an E just to speak shit
You lack sincerity and integrity in your words


Your leader is a petite bitch
Your leader is weak and lacks courage


Keep the heater where you can reach quick
Keep your weapon easily accessible, ready for use


I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
I'll take a precise shot at you and won't hide my actions


Nigga, I did it from the mind of a mental patient
I composed these lyrics with the mindset of an unstable person


When Glocks wave, you can save that conversation for Satan
When guns are involved, there's no need for talking, it's a matter of life and death


You brave?
Are you courageous enough to face the consequences?


I heard you niggas don't like us but so what?
I'm aware that you have a dislike for us, but it doesn't matter


This beef is like, "what the fuck did he say in his rap, Em?"
This conflict is provoked by the controversial words I used in my rap


I can see that he's just a punk
I realize that he's simply a weak and cowardly individual


I mean these niggas'll squeeze
These individuals are eager to use firearms


Only pleased with seeing guts
They derive satisfaction from causing harm and violence


I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
I have a loyal and supportive family who will protect me


And my MPC and a mic
All I need is my music production equipment and a microphone


Then empty out and then bike to fight you
After causing chaos, I'll escape on a bicycle to confront you


In front of every reporter that I don't like
I'll confront you publicly in front of journalists whom I have issues with


No need for metaphors to get points across when I write
I don't rely on figurative language to make my message clear


This emotion's enough to say, 'Fuck you bitch and I don't like you'
My intense emotions are sufficient to express my anger and dislike towards you


What, I might as well give this up but that'd be selfish as fuck
I might consider quitting, but that would only benefit me and be self-centered


To leave D12 in this but we can't self-destruct
I can't abandon my group, D12, even during challenging times


I've never felt it this much, c'mon, fellas, get up
I've never experienced such strong emotions, so let's continue fighting


We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, come on
We have to fight with passion and determination, like Bugz did before he died


I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip
I have a noticeable limp, and I carry a gun on my waist


I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth
I may seem clumsy, but I'm skilled and efficient when firing a handgun


Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick
I will inflict severe damage on you, even if the conflict is partially intense


We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
We don't consider you a serious threat, you're like a joke


You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at Gs
You likely envy those who engage in criminal activities and shoot guns


But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe
But in reality, the only thing you engage in is idle talk, it's unbelievable


You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it
You talk about drug trafficking, but every time we hear you speak


The only thing that you selling is woof tickets
The only thing you're actually selling is false bravado and empty threats


I look wicked 'cause niggas'll test your nutsack
I appear intimidating because some individuals will challenge your manhood


So when they bust, you better bust back
So when they open fire, you better return fire


Or get your guts clapped outta your stomach
Or else you'll be shot in the stomach, causing serious damage


And when they want it, I'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon
If they're looking for a fight, I'll gather a large group of people to back me up


So get to gunnin' if you coming
So if you're planning to attack, be prepared to use your guns


Everybody, good morning
Greetings to everyone, have a good day




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Marshall Mathers

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Comments from YouTube:

@prof3ssor178

Produced by: Eminem
One of his best beats right here in my opinion

@josefernando4516

Damn, good song & beat 🔥🔥🔥

@AntonioCarlos-rh5dr

<3 Te amo Eminem

@doge_2005

Y yooo

@CallMeMicahT

Probably the best underground D12 track that was good they released it on the album

@jamesdavid2563

It's good shit man

@Exon16249

0:21 Eminem

1:47 Swifty McVay

2:48 Kon Artis

3:22 Kuniva

@yayo4787

& mr.porter

@mmendpara4814

@김 잔디 kon artis is Mr. Porter

@codyjones4263

Who else is trying to listen to every eminiem song ever made to be eminiems #1 fan

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