D12 "Get My Gun" paroles

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Get My Gun

[Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis][Eminem]I'm gonna get my gun[Eminem] This motherfucker wants to disrespect me[Kon Artis] Em, Em, what the fuck you doing, man[Eminem] I got something for his ass[Kon Artis] Calm down[Eminem] No, YOU Calm down[Kon Artis] Man, what's your problem[Eminem] Fuck that, the motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!?[Kon Artis] Man, he wasn't popping shit[Eminem] You heard him he was popping that shit[Kon Artis] What shit[Eminem] That shit, you heard him[Kon Artis] He asked for your autograph

[Verse 1: Swift]A mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can getMy shit be shooting through bricksI mix anything together, I done guillotine a niggaKeep a heater that pop clips with seventeen or betterI'll be severing heads, I'm in everyone's nightmareA nigga that can never ever be scared of the fedsSend the niggas that'll fuck with youStab and brass knuckle youThen have you in the public, there's nothing that you can doEnough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're softGet you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, I'm raw dogCrazier then all y'all, got you like the navy when I'm angryYou'll never catch me hanging in a lops carAll I have is thought of, breathing evilDesert Eagles will eat through peopleWhen I see you I'mma heat your beef slowFuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

[Hook: Eminem]This motherfucker's popping that shitNah fuck that I'll be right backI'm GONNA GET MY GUN!Nah, motherfucker fuck youYou ain't disrespecting me like thatI'm GONNA GET MY GUN!Walk to the room, sixteen shot clipBitch how you like thatI'm GONNA GET MY GUN!Bet you ain't know that I'm strappedNice one, bitch this is my gatI'm GONNA GET MY GUN!

[Verse 2: Kuniva]I bring it to niggas looking as if they want troubleI send they body flipping around like a stunt doubleForget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckingI'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckingSquat under trucks and screaming "that nigga's bluffing"I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and NicoMy nigga Big I and Mal' letting the heat blowHeat sleep hoes got in your neepoCause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throwsYou gotta get a little closer if you wanna tryPistol whip a soldier, with a missile on his shouldersWe can fold or blow your brick house into some tiny bouldersA grimy older cab will leave you with a tiny odorI'm doggish, you feeling frogish, then leap bitchMy car is right across the street bitch and (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)

[Verse 3: Proof]My whole outfit count clips, get your house lit the fuck upYour spouse shit, and your mouse clipBetter bounce, bitch, countless, slugs I'mma sendWatch you holler when the hollow tips go through your skinI'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'mma see himWhen I cock back might put the door on your friendsMake a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chinAin't going no were like the drugs outta KimI'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bombGet a eye full of lid when I slight your lights outWith a street cleaner, wipe your life outBullets know at your ears, like a Tyson fight boutFuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY)Fuck that run bitch!Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know meAin't no prob to leave your whole bod' holey

(Hook fades to background music)Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to me with some dumb shitFuckingI don't told this motherfuckerWassup bitchAutograph this, oh shit

[Verse 4: Eminem]I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuckMy shit is all jammed up, ughCome on, you cock-sucking, good-for-nothingMotherfucking piece of shit shoot, ahYeah! What up, bitch!? Say that shit againShot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of itRicocheted back in his shinWent through his bitch on his way back, hit his friendPayback homie, don't play that shit is spinTo be on I told you to leave this shit aloneOr... (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)And it's a shame, I'm too drunk to even aimDenaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his legIt's like

[Verse 5: Kon Artis]Bang, bang, bang, nigga, pow, pow, powEverybody busting rounds like they Ra', Ra', Ra'But when you see me in the street I be like, what's up, nowTheir bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit downFuck that! I got a bone to pickYou said it then we should address like some grown man shouldn't weThen me and you could talk about our problems couldn't weJust shoot a fair one and handle this situation seriouslyI guess not, you want to resort to the heaterSo I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my NinaStep in between us and get shotBut get separated with the squeazaYou ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Bizarre]Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghettiIt's been one hour, bitch, my photos ain't readyPictures of my dog and my family reunionIt's been two hours and my fucking days ruinedHey, Kate, do you wanna get rapedHave my pictures on fucking Philips 38That's why I don't be fucking battle rappingCause every time I loose, this what the fuck happens *Gunshots*Back to the pictures I was trying to get developedThis man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let himI'm ready to blow this bitch's brains outI'm nervous, I farted, some shit came outTimes up, shot her with a gunGot on my cellphone and called Reverend RunAnd all this crazy shit, I regret itAll because I wanted to see Elton John naked

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