Get My Gun Lyrics | Eminem

Get my gun

[eminem]
iand'm gonna get my gun!
(interlude)
eminem: this motherfuc*** wants to disrespect me?
kon artist: em, em, what the f*** you doing man?
eminem: i got something for his ass.
kon artist: calm down
eminem: no you calm down!
kon artist: man. . whatand's youand're problem?
eminem: f*** that! the motherfuc*** wantand's to pop shit to me!?
kon artist: man, he wasnand't poppinand' shit.
eminem: you heard him he was poppinand' them shit
kon artist: what shit?
eminem: that shit! you heard him!
kon artist: he asked for your autograph!
[swifty mcvay]
a mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
my shit be shooting threw bricks
i mix anything togetha, i done guillotine a ni***
keep it heated, i pop clips with 17 or betta
iand'll be severinand' heads, iand'm in everyones nightmare
a ni*** that can never ever be scared of the feds
and the niggas thatand'll f*** with you
stab and brass knuckle you
then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
enough with youand're motherfucking tough talk, youand're soft
get youand're balls blew off, from a sawdof , faand' raw dawg?
crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when iand'm angry
youand'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
all i have is thought of, breathing evil
desert eagleand's will eat threw people
when i see you iand'mma heat youand're beef slow
f*** being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
(chours)
[eminem]
iand'm gonna get my gun!
this motherfuckerand's poppinand' that shit
nah f*** that iand'll be right back
iand'm gonna get my gun!
nah motherfuc*** f*** you
you ainand't disrespecting me like that
iand'm gonna get my gun!
walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
bitch how you like that?
iand'm gonna get my gun!
bet you ainand't know that iand'm strapped
nice one, bitch this is my gat
iand'm gonna get my gun!
[kuniva]
i bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
i send they body flippinand' around like a stunt double
forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckinand'
iand'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckinand'
squat under trucks and screaming andquot;that niggas bluffinand'andquot;
i cuff my nuts while cussing andquot;donand't trust himandquot;
i round up runyan, dave, wood and nico
my ni*** big i and maland' lettinand' the heat blow
heat sleep hoes got in youand're neepo
and'cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like shaqand'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 yaand' brick house into some tiny boulders
a grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
iand'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
my car is right across the street bitch and . . (iand'm gonna get my gun!)
[proof]
my whole outfit count clips
get youand're house lit the f*** up
youand're spouse shit, and youand're mouse clip
bettaand' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw youand're skin
iand'm in love with the sin, tell bugz iand'mma see him
when i cock back might put the door on youand're friends
make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
ainand't going no were like the drugs outta kim
iand'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
get a eye full of lid when i slight youand're lights out
with a street cleaner, whipe youand're life out
bullets know at youand're ears, like a tyson fight bout
f*** the night clout, guns, clips...(iand'm gonna get my...)
f*** that run bitch!
hit the streets talks, chumps donand't know me
?aint no probably be home lonley?
(chours fades to background music)
[eminem]
dumbass motherfuc*** allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .fucking. . . i donand't told this motherfuc***. .
wassup bitch!? autograph this!. . .oh shit
(iand'm gonna get my gun!)
Iand'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...fuck!
my shit is all jammed up!...ugh!
cand'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...ah!
yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
payback homie, donand't play that shit is spin
to be on i told you to leave this shit alone
or...(iand'm gonna get my gun)
and itand's a shame iand'm to drunk to even aim
denaun stept in the way and i shot him in his leg
its like . . .
[kon artist]
bang, bang, bang, ni***, pow, pow, pow
everybody busting rounds like they andquot;raand',raand',raand'andquot;
but when you seee me in the street i be like wassup now?
they bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (chill out man)
f*** that i got a bone to pick
you said it then have settle like some grown man shit
then me and you could talk about our problems couldnand't we?
shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
i guess not, you wannaand' 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 ainand't nothing to play with!
(chours)
[bizarre]
walk to rite-aid for a can of speghetti
its been one hour and bitch my photoand's aint ready
pictureand's of my dog and my family reunion
itand's been two hours and my fuc*** days ruined
hey andquot;kateandquot; do you wanna get raped?
have my pictures on fuc*** philips 38
thatand's why i donand't be fuc*** battle rapping
and'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 wouldnand't let him
iand'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
iand'm nervous, i farted, some shit came out
times up, shot her with a gun
got on my cell phone and called rev. run
and all this crazy shit i, regret it. . .
all because i wanted to see elton john naked

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