conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 6 In The Morning with the following description: Originally called “Come On In”, the song was featured on Eminem’s ‘Straight From the Lab EP.’
  This song is a diss to Benzino and the entire Source Magazine and it is produced by Eminem. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem]
  Good morning! Ha-ha!
  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 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 pit bull, you get bit, B
  These words stick to you like Krazy Glue when you diss me
  'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50
  I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you 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 and Proof, are you with me? [Chorus: Eminem]
  Come on then, everybody come on and
  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 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 McVay]
  They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter
  In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one
  Fuck slugs, I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun
  Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run (Aah!)
  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 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 greetings
  Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent
  You niggas need an ''E'' just to speak shit
  Your leader's 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? [Chorus: Eminem]
  Come on then, everybody come on and
  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 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's just a punk
  I mean these niggas squeeze on me
  Please, I'm seeing guts
  I don't need no enemies, as 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 seriously, 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
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  Come on then, everybody come on and
  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 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!