Текст песни "D12 - Get My Gun"
Eminem] I'm goin to get 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 you're problem? [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 blast further then you can get My shit be shooting threw bricks I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a ***** Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds And the *****s that'll fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg? Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car All I have is thought of, breathing evil Desert Eagle's will eat threw people When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. . [Chorus] [Eminem] I'M GOIN TO GET GET MY GUN! This motherfucker's poppin' that shit Nah fuck that i'll be right back I'M GOIN TO GET MY GUN! Nah motherfucker fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that I'M GOIN TO GET MY GUN! Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch how you like that? I'M GOIN TO 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 looking as if they want trouble I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin' I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin' Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bluffin'" I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him" I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My ***** Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo 'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!) [Proof] My whole outfit count clips Get you're house lit the fuck up You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him When I cock back might put the door on you're friends Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out Bullets know at you're 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 ?Aint no probably be home lonley? [Chorus fades to background music] [Eminem] Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit! . . .Fucking.Обновить текст