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Bizarre

"Get My Gun"

[Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis]
*Gun being c*cked*
I'm gonna get my gun!

This motherf*cker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the f*ck you doing, man
I got something for his ass
Calm down!
No, YOU calm down!
Man, what's your problem
f*ck that, the motherf*cker wants to pop sh*t to me!?
Man, he wasn't popping sh*t
You heard him, he was popping that sh*t!
What sh*t?
That sh*t, you heard him!
He asked for your autograph!

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get
My sh*t be shooting through bricks
I mix anything together, I done guillotine a n*gga
Keep a heater that pop clips with seventeen or better
I'll be severing heads, I'm in everyone's nightmare
A n*gga that can never ever be scared of the feds
Send the n*ggas that'll f*ck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, there's nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherf*cking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, I'm raw dog
Crazier then all y'all, got you like the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a Narc's car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagles will eat through people
When I see you I'mma heat your beef slow
f*ck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and
(I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Hook: Eminem]
This motherf*cker's popping that sh*t
Nah, f*ck that, I'll be right back
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Nah, motherf*cker, f*ck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
b*tch, how you like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, b*tch, this is my gat
(I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Verse 2: Kuniva]
I bring it to n*ggas looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flipping around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, bucking
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, ducking
Squatting under trucks and screaming "that n*gga's bluffing"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My n*gga Big I and Mal' letting the heat blow
Heat seek hoes got A&E closed
Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta get a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missile on his shoulders
We can fold or blow your brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimy, older cat will leave you with a tiny odour
I'm doggish, you feeling froggish, then leap b*tch
My car is right across the street b*tch and (I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Verse 3: Proof]
My whole outfit count clips, get your house lit the f*ck up
Your spouse sh*t, and your mouse clip
Better bounce, b*tch, countless, slugs I'mma send
Watch you holler when the hollow tips go through your skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'mma see him
When I c*ck back, right, I’ll put your blood on your friends
Make a rug outta 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 your lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe your life out
Bullets gnaw at your ears, like a Tyson fight bout
f*ck the night clout, guns, clips...
(I'm gonna get my...)
f*ck that, run b*tch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
Ain't no prob to leave your whole bod' holey

[Hook fades out in the background]

[Eminem]
Dumbass motherf*ckers always gotta come to me with some dumb sh*t
f*cking
I done told this motherf*cker
Wassup, b*tch?!
Autograph this!
Oh sh*t...

[Verse 4: Eminem]
I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, f*ck
My sh*t is all jammed up, ugh
Come on, you c*ck-sucking, good-for-nothing
Motherf*cking piece of sh*t shoot, ah
Yeah! What up, b*tch!? Say that sh*t again
Shot, the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it
Ricocheted back in his shin
Went through his b*tch on it's way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that sh*t is spin
To be on I told you to leave this sh*t alone
Or... (I'm gonna get my gun!)
And it's a shame, I'm too drunk to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg
It's like

[Verse 5: Kon Artis]
Bang, bang, bang, n*gga, pow, pow, pow
Everybody busting rounds like they Ra', Ra', Ra'
But when you see me in the street I be like, what's up, now
Their bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm sh*t down
f*ck that! I got a bone to pick
You said it then we should address like some grown man shouldn't we
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we
Just shoot a fair one and handle this situation seriously
I guess not, you want to 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 separated with the squeaza
You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with

[Hook: Eminem]
This motherf*cker's popping that sh*t
Nah, f*ck that, I'll be right back
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Nah, motherf*cker, f*ck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
b*tch, how you like that
(I'm gonna get my gun!)
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, b*tch, this is my gat
(I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Verse 6: Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's been one hour, b*tch, my photos ain't ready
Pictures of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my f*cking days ruined
Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped
Have my pictures on f*cking Philips 38
That's why I don't be f*cking battle rapping
Cause every time I lose, this what the f*ck happens *Gunshots*
Back to the 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*tch's brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some sh*t came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cellphone and called Reverend Run
And all this crazy sh*t, I regret it
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked

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