| You did this to me
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| I’m right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets
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| Just remember that you did this to yourself
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| Yeah, you did it to yourself
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| Now, you gotta suffer the consequences
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| Pack up the pack and swing it for the fences (Just remember that)
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| Let’s make one thing clear (Here)
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| Here, my dear, my resolution this year
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| No pollution, fresh air
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| My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I’m deadass
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| Mile high club 'til I jetlag
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| Raw stink, flow, casino
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| And you’re just like Ginger, we know
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| Single negro, I don’t need your double standards and hypocrisy
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| And that fake can holder on Father’s Day
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| You a different motherfucker when you not with me
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| Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery
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| It’s like I’m John F. Kennedy, shots at me
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| Yes, I’m President of Debauchery
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| None of that bullshit ever got to me
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| 'Cause your pillow, billow, ditto
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| Breakin' this shit down little by little
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| I ain’t got time for the fuckin' pom-poms
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| Shoulda never let this dog out of that kennel
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| Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout
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| Who I’m with when I’m not around
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| Just don’t forget who you fuckin' with
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| When steppin' on hallowed ground
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| 'Cause you did this to me (Yeah, I’m)
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| Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets
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| Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)
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| Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn’t gonna help)
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| Now many times have I got burnt
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| And tried to act like I’m not hurt?
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| Or take you back and we not workin'
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| Like clockwork, this shit is agony
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| You’re draggin' me, Glocks burst
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| Just remember, you draw’d first, toe taggin' me
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| Ho baggin' it, blowback you deserve
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| Get the bows, axe, bitch, my soul’s blackening
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| So actually, this could’ve been a lot worse (Watch)
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| I could’ve namedropped you in my verse (Yeah)
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| But out of respect for your daughter
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| I won’t blow your spot up 'cause your toddler
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| Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (Yeah)
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| And good luck with the father
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| Bitch stuck with him now, ha, fuckin' Howard
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| To the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse
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| It’s drivin' you bonkers that I’m not yours (Oh no)
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| Guess I must have got wise, you will not slide
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| Just 'cause you can makeup an on the spot lie
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| I’m comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired
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| Hey Santa, I ain’t cuttin' off ties
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| Bitch, everything you own’s in a box, bye
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| Guess it’s back to the trailer and pot pies
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| Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes
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| One day and you’ll be servin' me hot fries (You did this to me)
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| A taste of your own medicine, you shedded skin
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| Yeah, you reptilian bitch
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| Off of your knees (Yeah), beggin' for forgiveness
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| Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch
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| You ain’t Em’s bitch, you just regular him’s bitch
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| We will never be together again, ever
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| And when you’re in bed with him and wish you was with me
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| Just remember that
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| You did this to me (Yeah, I’m)
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| Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (But you did)
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| Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)
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| Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn’t gonna help)
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| Remember that you did this to me (Michelle)
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| Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (Fuck around and
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| make you famous)
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| Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)
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| Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (So when I’m hittin' someone else and
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| you’re)
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| Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout
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| Who I’m with when I’m not around
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| Just don’t forget who you fuckin' with
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| When steppin' on hallowed ground |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guns Blazing, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп