Get My Gun [Croatian translation]

[Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis]

[Eminem]I'm gonna 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 your problem

[Eminem] Fuck that, the motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!?

[Kon Artis] Man, he wasn't popping shit

[Eminem] You heard him he was popping that shit

[Kon Artis] What shit

[Eminem] That shit, you heard him

[Kon Artis] He asked for your autograph

[Verse 1: Swift]

A 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, got 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 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!)

[Hook: 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]

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

Squat 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 sleep hoes got in your neepo

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 cab will leave you with a tiny odor

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

My car is right across the street bitch and (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)

[Verse 3: Proof]

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 might put the door on your 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 your lights out

With a street cleaner, wipe your life out

Bullets know 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

(Hook fades to background music)

Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to me with some dumb shit

Fucking

I don't told this motherfucker

Wassup bitch

Autograph this, oh shit

[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

Motherfucking 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 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 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 be like, what's up, now

Their bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down

Fuck that! I got a bone to pick

You said it then we should address like some grown man 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, Runyan ain't nothing to play with

[Hook]

[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 loose, 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

• Artist:D12
• Album:D12 World (2004)