D12 — Get My Gun

[Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis] *Gun being cocked* I'm gonna get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? Em, Em, what the fuck you doing, man I got something for his ass Calm down! No, YOU calm down! Man, what's your problem Fuck that, the motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!? Man, he wasn't popping shit You heard him, he was popping that shit! What shit? That shit, you heard him! He asked for your autograph! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I'm mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get My shit be shooting through bricks I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigga Keep a heater that pop clips with seventeen or better I'll be severing heads, I'm in everyone's nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds Send the niggas that'll fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, there's nothing that you can do Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, I'm raw dog Crazier then all y'all, wet 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 Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and (I'm gonna get my gun!) [Hook: Eminem] This motherfucker's popping that shit Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you) (I'm gonna get my gun!) Nah, motherfucker, fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch, how you like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch, this is my gat (I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 2: Kuniva] I bring it to niggas 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 nigga's bluffing" (you bluffin') I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him" I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My nigga 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 odor I'm doggish, you feeling froggish, then leap bitch My 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 up Your spouse shit, and your mouse clip Better bounce, bitch, 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 cock back, right, I’ll put your blood on your friends Make a rug outta him, bust a slug on his chin Ain't going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb Get a eye full of lead when I slight your lights out With a street cleaner, wipe your life out Bullets gnaw at your ears, like a Tyson fight bout Fuck the night clout, guns, clips... (I'm gonna get my...) Fuck that, run bitch! 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] This motherfucker's popping that shit... [Break: Eminem] Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to me with some dumb shit Fucking I done told this motherfucker Wassup, bitch?! (*cocks gun*) Autograph this! (*gun jams*) Oh shit... (I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 4: Eminem] I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuck My shit is all jammed up, ugh Come on, you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing Motherfuckin' piece of shit shoot, ah Yeah! What up, bitch!? Say that shit again Shot, the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it Ricocheted back in his shin Went through his bitch on a way back, hit his friend Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin To be on I told you to leave this shit 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, nigga, 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 (what up) Their bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (chill out, bitch) Fuck 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, Runyon ain't nothing to play with [Hook: Eminem] This motherfucker's popping that shit Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you) (I'm gonna get my gun!) Nah, motherfucker, fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch, how you like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch, 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, bitch, my photos ain't ready Pictures of my dog and my family reunion It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38 That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping Cause every time I lose, this what the fuck 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 bitch's brains out I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out Times up, shot her with a gun Got on my cellphone and called Reverend Run And all this crazy shit, I regret it All because I wanted to see Elton John naked