D12 - Get My Gun lyrics

[Eminem] I'm gonna get my gun! [Eminem:] This motherf**er 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 motherf**er want's to pop sh** to me!? [Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' sh**. [Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them sh** [Kon Artis:] What sh**? [Eminem:] That sh**! You heard him! [Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph! [Swifty McVay] A ma** murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get My sh** be shooting threw bricks I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a ***** Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds And the *****s that'll f** with you Stab and bra** knuckle you Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with you're motherf**ing tough talk, you're soft Get you're balls 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 motherf**er's poppin' that sh** Nah f** that i'll be right back I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Nah motherf**er f** you You ain't disrespecting me like that I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip b**h how you like that? I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, b**h this is my gat I'M GONNA GET MY GUN! [Kuniva] I bring it to *****s 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 *****'s bluffin'" I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him" I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My n***a 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**h My car is right across the street b**h and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) [Proof] My whole outfit count clips Get you're house lit the f** up You're spouse sh**, 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 co*k 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 d** 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**h! Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me ?Aint no probably be home lonley? [Chorus fades to background music] [Eminem] Dumba** motherf**ers allways gotta come to me with some dumb sh**! . . .f**ing. . . I don't told this motherf**er. . Wa**up b**h!? Autograph this!. . .oh sh** (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...fu*k! My sh** is all jammed up!...UGH! C'mon you co*k-s**ing, good-for-nothing, mother-f**ing piece of sh**, shoot...AH! Yeah!, wattup b**h!? say that sh** again! Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin Went threw his b**h on his way back, hit his friend Payback homie, don't play that sh** is spin To be on I told you to leave this sh** 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 wa**up now? They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm sh** down (Chill out man) f** that I got a bone to pick You said it then have settle like some grown man sh** 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 speghetti Its been one hour and b**h my photo's aint ready Picture's of my dog and my family reunion It's been two hours and my f**ing days ruined Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped? Have my pictures on f**ing Philips 38 That's why I don't be f**ing 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**hes brains out I'm nervous, I farted, some sh** came out Times up, shot her with a gun Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run And all this crazy sh** I, regret it. . . All because I wanted to see Elton John naked