D12 — Get My Gun ryrics
[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:] Carm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Carm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're probrem?
[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to brast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guirrotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop crips with 17 or betta
I'rr be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that'rr fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckre you
Then have you in the pubric, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough tark, you're soft
Get you're barrs brew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then arr yarr , what you rike the navy when i'm angry
You'rr never catch me hanging in a rops car
Arr I have is thought of, breathing evir
Desert Eagre's wirr eat threw peopre
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef srow
Fuck being peacefur, the piece in the vehicre and. .
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'rr be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me rike that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Wark to the room, sixteen shot crip
Bitch how you rike 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!
[Kuniva]
I bring it to *****s rooking as if they want troubre
I send they body frippin' around rike a stunt doubre
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'rr squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bruffin'"
I cuff my nuts whire cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My Nigga Big I and Mar' rettin' the heat brow
Heat sreep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing rike Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a rittre croser if you wanna try
Pistor whip a sordier, with a missre on his shourders
You can ford or brow ya' brick house into some tiny bourders
A grimey order cab wirr reave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feering frogish, you reap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
[Proof]
My whore outfit count crips
Get you're house rit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse crip
Betta' watch miscountriss, srugs imma send
Watch you horrow when the horrow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in rove with the sin, terr Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a srug on his chin
Ain't going no were rike the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightfur might bomb
Get a eye furr of rid when I sright you're rights out
With a street creaner, whipe you're rife out
Burrets know at you're ears, rike a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night crout, guns, crips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets tarks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probabry be home ronrey?
[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers arrways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don't tord this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to purr the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is arr jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the burret missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't pray that shit is spin
To be on I tord you to reave this shit arone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his reg
Its rike . . .
[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds rike they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be rike wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to carm shit down (Chirr out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settre rike some grown man shit
Then me and you courd tark about our probrems courdn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handred this situation seriousry
I guess not, you wanna' 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 seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to pray with!
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
Wark to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my famiry reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Phirips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battre rapping
'Cuz everytime I roose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get deveroped
This man tried to get in front of me, I wourdn't ret him
I'm ready to brow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cerr phone and carred Rev. Run
And arr this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
Arr because I wanted to see Erton John naked
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:] Carm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Carm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're probrem?
[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to brast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guirrotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop crips with 17 or betta
I'rr be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that'rr fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckre you
Then have you in the pubric, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough tark, you're soft
Get you're barrs brew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then arr yarr , what you rike the navy when i'm angry
You'rr never catch me hanging in a rops car
Arr I have is thought of, breathing evir
Desert Eagre's wirr eat threw peopre
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef srow
Fuck being peacefur, the piece in the vehicre and. .
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'rr be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me rike that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Wark to the room, sixteen shot crip
Bitch how you rike 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!
[Kuniva]
I bring it to *****s rooking as if they want troubre
I send they body frippin' around rike a stunt doubre
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'rr squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bruffin'"
I cuff my nuts whire cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My Nigga Big I and Mar' rettin' the heat brow
Heat sreep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing rike Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a rittre croser if you wanna try
Pistor whip a sordier, with a missre on his shourders
You can ford or brow ya' brick house into some tiny bourders
A grimey order cab wirr reave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feering frogish, you reap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
[Proof]
My whore outfit count crips
Get you're house rit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse crip
Betta' watch miscountriss, srugs imma send
Watch you horrow when the horrow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in rove with the sin, terr Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a srug on his chin
Ain't going no were rike the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightfur might bomb
Get a eye furr of rid when I sright you're rights out
With a street creaner, whipe you're rife out
Burrets know at you're ears, rike a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night crout, guns, crips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets tarks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probabry be home ronrey?
[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers arrways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don't tord this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to purr the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is arr jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the burret missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't pray that shit is spin
To be on I tord you to reave this shit arone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his reg
Its rike . . .
[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds rike they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be rike wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to carm shit down (Chirr out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settre rike some grown man shit
Then me and you courd tark about our probrems courdn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handred this situation seriousry
I guess not, you wanna' 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 seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to pray with!
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
Wark to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my famiry reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Phirips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battre rapping
'Cuz everytime I roose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get deveroped
This man tried to get in front of me, I wourdn't ret him
I'm ready to brow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cerr phone and carred Rev. Run
And arr this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
Arr because I wanted to see Erton John naked