Представляем точный текст композиции "Get My Gun" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста D12 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Get My Gun» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую D12 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
D12 - "Get My Gun"
Lyrics to Get My Gun : [Eminem] Im 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. . whats youre problem' [Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!' [Kon Artis:] Man, he wasnt poppin shit. [Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin them shit [Kon Artis:] What shit' [Eminem:] That shit! You heard him! [Kon Artis:] 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 ***** Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta Ill be severin heads, im in everyones nightmare A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds And the *****s thatll fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do Enough with youre motherfucking tough talk, youre soft Get youre balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa raw dawg' Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when im angry Youll never catch me hanging in a lops car All I have is thought of, breathing evil Desert Eagles will eat threw people When I see you imma heat youre beef slow Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. . [Chorus] [Eminem] IM GONNA GET MY GUN! This motherfuckers poppin that shit Nah fuck that ill be right back IM GONNA GET MY GUN! Nah motherfucker fuck you You aint disrespecting me like that IM GONNA GET MY GUN! Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch how you like that' IM GONNA GET MY GUN! Bet you aint know that Im strapped Nice one, bitch this is my gat IM GONNA GET MY GUN! [Kuniva] I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble I send they body flippin around like a stunt double Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin Ill squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****s bluffin" I cuff my nuts while cussing "dont trust him" I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My ***** Big I and Mal lettin the heat blow Heat sleep hoes got in youre neepo Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaqs free-throws You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle 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 Im doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch My car is right across the street bitch and . . (IM GONNA GET MY GUN!) [Proof] My whole outfit count clips Get youre house lit the fuck up Youre spouse shit, and youre mouse clip Betta watch miscountliss, slugs imma send Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw youre skin Im in love with the sin, tell Bugz imma see him When I cock back might put the door on youre friends Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin Aint going no were like the drugs outta Kim Im a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb Get a eye full of lid when I slight youre lights out With a street cleaner, whipe youre life out Bullets know at youre ears, like a Tyson fight bout Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(IM GONNA GET MY...) Fuck that run bitch! Hit the streets talks, chumps dont know me 'Aint no probably be home lonley' [Chorus fades to background music] [Eminem] Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit! . . .Fucking. . . I dont told this motherfucker. . Wassup bitch!' Autograph this!. . .oh shit (IM GONNA GET MY GUN!) Im trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK! My shit is all jammed up!...UGH! Cmon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH! Yeah!, wattup 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, dont play that shit is spin To be on I told you to leave this shit alone Or...(IM GONNA GET MY GUN) And its a shame im to drunk to even aim Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg Its like . . . [Kon Artis] Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra,Ra,Ra" But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup 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 couldnt 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 seperated with the squeaza' You aint ready for war, Runyan aint nothing to play with! [Chorus] [Bizarre] Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti Its been one hour and bitch my photos aint ready Pictures of my dog and my family reunion Its been two hours and my fucking days ruined Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped' Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38 Thats why I dont be fucking battle rapping Cuz everytime 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 wouldnt let him Im ready to blow this bitches brains out Im 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 [ Get My Gun Lyrics ]
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