[Eminem]
I'm gonna get my gun!
[Eminem:] This m*********** wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the f*** you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his a**.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're problem?
[Eminem:] f*** that! The m*********** want's to pop s*** to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' s***.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them s***
[Kon Artis:] What s***?
[Eminem:] That s***! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My s*** be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a n***** Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A n***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the n****** that'll f*** with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're m************ tough talk, you're soft
Get you're b**** blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
f*** being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This m***********'s poppin' that s***
Nah f*** that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah m*********** f*** you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
b**** how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, b**** this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
[Kuniva]
I bring it to n****** looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming that nigge's bluffin'
I cuff my nuts while cussing don't trust him
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My n**** Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap b****
My car is right across the street b**** and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the f*** up
You're spouse s***, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I c*** back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
f*** the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
f*** that run b****!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
Aint no probably be home lonely
[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass m************ allways gotta come to me with some dumb s***!
. . .f******. . . I told this m***********. .
Wassup b****!? Autograph this!. . .oh s***
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...f***!
My s*** is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you c***-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-f****** piece of s***, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup b****!? say that s*** again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his b**** on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that s*** is spin
To be on I told you to leave this s*** alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .
[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they Ra',Ra',Ra
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm s*** down (Chill out man)
f*** that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man s***
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
But get seperated with the squeaza
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
Its been one hour and b**** my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my f****** days ruined
Hey Kate do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on f****** Philips thirty eight
That's why I don't be f****** battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the f*** happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this b****** brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some s*** came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy s*** I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked
I'm gonna get my gun!
[Eminem:] This m*********** wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the f*** you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his a**.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're problem?
[Eminem:] f*** that! The m*********** want's to pop s*** to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' s***.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them s***
[Kon Artis:] What s***?
[Eminem:] That s***! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My s*** be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a n***** Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A n***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the n****** that'll f*** with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're m************ tough talk, you're soft
Get you're b**** blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
f*** being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This m***********'s poppin' that s***
Nah f*** that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah m*********** f*** you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
b**** how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, b**** this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
[Kuniva]
I bring it to n****** looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming that nigge's bluffin'
I cuff my nuts while cussing don't trust him
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My n**** Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap b****
My car is right across the street b**** and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the f*** up
You're spouse s***, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I c*** back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
f*** the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
f*** that run b****!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
Aint no probably be home lonely
[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass m************ allways gotta come to me with some dumb s***!
. . .f******. . . I told this m***********. .
Wassup b****!? Autograph this!. . .oh s***
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...f***!
My s*** is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you c***-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-f****** piece of s***, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup b****!? say that s*** again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his b**** on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that s*** is spin
To be on I told you to leave this s*** alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .
[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they Ra',Ra',Ra
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm s*** down (Chill out man)
f*** that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man s***
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
But get seperated with the squeaza
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
Its been one hour and b**** my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my f****** days ruined
Hey Kate do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on f****** Philips thirty eight
That's why I don't be f****** battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the f*** happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this b****** brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some s*** came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy s*** I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked