[Bizarre]
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Yeah, welcome to Amityville
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[Swifty]
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Detroit, nigga!
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[Bizarre]
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The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!
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[Chorus - Eminem]
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Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
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like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
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I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
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need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
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Too many enemies on my list to sift through
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nobody got my back in this bitch but this TOOL
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Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
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but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol
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[Swifty McVay]
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Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
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see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches
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Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord
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when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore
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They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
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shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
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Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
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trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you
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Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
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you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
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There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you
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young, strapped, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you
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[Proof]
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Stepped in the door waving the four-four
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blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
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They call my TONGUE YAYO, but I spit fire
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I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
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The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG
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you love being ass to ass
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Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
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never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta
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Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
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yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
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It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
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I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business
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It won't be the same since we touching the game
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make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
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You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame?
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I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains
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[Chorus]
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[Kuniva]
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The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
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cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
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Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
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these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
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Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
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alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
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That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin
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waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
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I'd rather pack the heat and not need
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rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic
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[Gunshot]
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[Kon Artis]
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You know the sound when I'm spinnin round
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spittin these rounds from fo' pounds
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while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
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from they're mouths as they possibly allow
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Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
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arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
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Denaun carry the nine where I go
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bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0
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Some semi-automatic for static's the motto
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spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado
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[Chorus]
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[Bizarre]
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This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
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it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
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It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
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it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)
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It'll make Holyfield start fighting
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it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing
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It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
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it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
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It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking
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it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
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It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
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it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
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It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
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it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
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It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
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it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
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Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA!
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[Eminem-Chorus]
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[Swifty]
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Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
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| cause if you don't - y |
