I'm going to get my gun! [Eminem (Kon Artist)] 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 you're problem?) Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!? (Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.) You heard him he was poppin' them shit (What shit?) That shit! You heard him! (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 nigga Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or better I'll be severin' heads, I'm in everyone's nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds And 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 sawdof , Fa' raw dawg? Crazier then all y'all , 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'ma heat you're beef slow Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and [Chorus: Eminem] I'm going to get my gun! This motherfucker's poppin' that shit Nah fuck that I'll be right back I'm going to get my gun! Nah motherfucker fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that I'm going to get my gun! Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch how you like that? I'm going to get my gun! Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch this is my gat I'm going to get my gun! [Kuniva] I bring it to niggas 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 niggas 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' lettin' the heat blow Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo 'cause 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 missile 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 going to 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 miscountless, slugs I'ma send Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'ma 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 going to get my) Fuck that run bitch! Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me Ain't no problem to leave your whole bod holey [Eminem] Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit! Fucking I don't told this motherfucker Wassup bitch!? Autograph this! oh shit (I'm going to get my gun!) I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck! Fuck! My shit is all jammed up! C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot Yeah!, what up bitch!? say that shit again! Shot the bullet 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 play that shit is spin To be on I told you to leave this shit alone Or...(I'm going to 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 leg Its like [Kon Artist] 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 whats up now? They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man) Fuck that I got a bone to pick You said it then have settle like some grown man shit Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we? Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously 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 separated with the squeaza You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with! [Chorus] [Bizarre] Walk to right-Aid for a can of speghetti Its been one hour and bitch my photo's ain't ready Picture's 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 loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots) Back to these 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 bitches brains out I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out Times up, shot her with a gun Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run And all this crazy shit I, regret it All because I wanted to see Elton John naked