| Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
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| Kon Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
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| Eminem: I got something for his ass
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| Kon Calm Down
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| Eminem: No YOU Calm Down!
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| Kon Man. |
| what’s your problem?
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| Eminem: Fuck that! |
| The motherfucker want’s to pop shit to me?!
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| Kon Man, he wasn’t poppin’shit
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| Eminem: You heard him he was poppin’them shit
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| Kon What shit?
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| Eminem: That shit! |
| You heard him!
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| Kon He asked for your autograph!
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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 nigga
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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 nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
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| And the niggaz 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 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’ma heat you’re beef slow
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| Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and
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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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| I bring it to niggaz 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 niggaz 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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| My whole outfit count clips
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| Get you’re house lit the fuck up 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’ma 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 Ain’t no probably be home lonely
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| (Chorus fades to background music)
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| Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
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| … 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
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| 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 shit alone
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| Or…(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
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| And it’s a shame I’m to drunk to even aim
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| Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
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| Its like.
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| Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow
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| Everybody busting rounds like they Ra', Ra', Ra' |
| But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
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| They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
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| Fuck that I got a bone to pick
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| You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
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| Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn’t we?
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| Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
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| I guess not, you wanna’resort to the heater
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| So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
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| Step in between us and get shot
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| ?But get seperated with the squeaza?
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| You ain’t ready for war, Runyan ain’t nothing to play with!
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| Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
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| Its been one hour and bitch my photo’s ain’t ready
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| Picture’s of my dog and my family reunion
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| It’s been two hours and my fucking days ruined
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| Hey Kate do you wanna get raped?
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| Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
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| That’s why I don’t be fucking battle rapping
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| 'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
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| Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
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| This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn’t let him
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| I’m ready to blow this bitches brains out
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| I’m nervous, I farted, some shit came out
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| Times up, shot her with a gun
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| Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
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| And all this crazy shit I, regret it.
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| All because I wanted to see Elton John naked |