[Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis]

*Gun being cocked*

I'm gonna get my gun!

This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?

Man, what the p—?! Em! Em! What the fuck you doing, man?!

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

I got something for his ass

Calm down!

No, you calm down!

Man, what—?! What's your problem?!

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

Fuck that! The motherfucker wants to pop shit to me?!

Man! He wasn't popping shit!

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

You heard him, he was popping that shit!

What shit?!

That shit! You heard him!

He asked for your autograph!

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay & Eminem]

I'm mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get

My shit be shooting through bricks

I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigga

Keep a heater that pop clips with seventeen or better

I'll be severing heads, I'm in everyone's nightmare

A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds

Send 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 sawed-off, I'm raw dog

Crazier then all y'all, wet you like the navy when I'm angry

You'll never catch me hanging in a Narc's car

All I have is thought of, breathing evil

Desert Eagles will eat through people

When I see you I'mma heat your beef slow

Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and (I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Chorus: Eminem]

This motherfucker's popping that shit

Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

Nah, motherfucker, fuck you

You ain't disrespecting me like that

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip

Bitch, how you like 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!)

[Verse 2: Kuniva & Eminem]

I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble

I send they body flipping around like a stunt double

Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, bucking

I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, ducking

Squatting under trucks and screaming, "that nigga's bluffing"

I cuff my nuts while cussing, "don't trust him"

I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico

My nigga Big I and Mal' letting the heat blow

Heat seek hoes got A&E closed

Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws

You gotta get a little closer if you wanna try

Pistol whip a soldier, with a missile on his shoulders

We can fold or blow your brick house into some tiny boulders

A grimy, older cat will leave you with a tiny odor

I'm doggish, you feeling froggish, then leap bitch

My car is right across the street bitch and (I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Verse 3: Proof & Eminem]

My whole outfit count clips, get your house lit the fuck up

Your spouse shit, and your mouse clip

Better bounce, bitch, countless, slugs I'mma send

Watch you holler when the hollow tips go through your skin

I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz: I'mma see him

When I cock back, right, I’ll put your blood on your friends

Make a rug outta him, bust a slug on his chin

Ain't going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb

Get a eye full of lead when I slight your lights out

With a street cleaner, wipe your life out

Bullets gnaw at your 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

Ain't no prob' to leave your whole bod' holey

[Skit: Eminem]

Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to me with this... dumb shit!

Fucking!..

I told this motherfucker!

Wassup, bitch?!

Autograph this!

Oh, shit (...this is my gat)

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

[Verse 4: Eminem]

I'm trying to pull the trigger, but it's stuck, fuck!

My shit is all jammed up, ugh!

Come on, you, cock-sucking, good-for-nothing

Motherfuckin' piece of shit, shoot! Ah!

Yeah! What up, bitch?! Say that shit again

Shot, the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it

Ricocheted back in his shin

Went through his bitch on a 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 gonna get my gun!)

And it's a shame, I'm too drunk to even aim

Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg

It's like-

[Verse 5: Kon Artis]

Bang, bang, bang, nigga, pow-pow-pow

Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra', Ra', Ra'"

But when you see me in the street, I'll be like, "What's up, now?"

Their bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out, bitch)

"Fuck that! I got a bone to pick,"

You said it then we should address like some grown men, shouldn't we?

Then me and you could talk about our problems, couldn't we?

Just shoot a fair one and handle this situation seriously

I guess not, you want to 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, Runyon ain't nothing to play with

[Chorus: Eminem]

This motherfucker's popping that shit

Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

Nah, motherfucker, fuck you

You ain't disrespecting me like that

(I'm gonna get my gun!)

Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip

Bitch, how you like 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!)

[Verse 6: Bizarre]

Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti

It's been one hour, bitch, my photos ain't ready

Pictures 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 lose, this what the fuck happens *Gunshots*

Back to the 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 bitch's brains out

I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out

Times up, shot her with a gun

Got on my cellphone and called Reverend Run

And all this crazy shit, I regret it

All because I wanted to see Elton John naked