[Eminem]
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I'm gonna get my gun!
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[Eminem:] This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
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[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
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[Eminem:] I got something for his ass.
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[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
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[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
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[Kon Artis:] Man.. what's you're problem?
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[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
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[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
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[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit
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[Kon Artis:] What shit?
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[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
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[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
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[Swifty McVay]
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A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
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My shit be shooting threw bricks
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I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a *****
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Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
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I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
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A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
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And the *****s that'll fuck with you
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Stab and brass knuckle you
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Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
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Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
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Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof, Fa' raw dawg?
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Crazier then all yall, what you like the navy when i'm angry
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You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
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All I have is thought of, breathing evil
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Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
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When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
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Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and..
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[Chorus]
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[Eminem]
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I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
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This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
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Nah fuck that i'll be right back
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I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
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Nah motherfucker fuck you
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You ain't disrespecting me like that
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I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
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Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
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Bitch how you like that?
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I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
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Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
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Nice one, bitch this is my gat
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I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
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[Kuniva]
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I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble
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I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
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Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
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I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
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Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bluffin'"
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I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
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I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
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My Nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
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Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
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'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
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You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
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Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
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You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
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A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
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I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
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My car is right across the street bitch and.. (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
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[Proof]
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My whole outfit count clips
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Get you're house lit the fuck up
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You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
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Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
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Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
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I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
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When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
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Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
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Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
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I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
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Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
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With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
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Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
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Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
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Fuck that run bitch!
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Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
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?Aint no probably be home lonley?
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[Chorus fades to background music]
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[Eminem]
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Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!...Fucking... I don't told this motherfucker..
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Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!...oh shit
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(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
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I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
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My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
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C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
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Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
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Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
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Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
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Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
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To be on I told you to leave this |