Get My Gun
Eminem Lyrics


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[eminem]
iand'm gonna get my gun!
(interlude)
eminem: this motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
kon artist: em, em, what the fuck you doing man?
eminem: i got something for his ass.
kon artist: calm down
eminem: no you calm down!
kon artist: man. . whatand's youand're problem?
eminem: fuck that! the motherfucker wantand's to pop shit to me!?
kon artist: man, he wasnand't poppinand' shit.
eminem: you heard him he was poppinand' them shit
kon artist: what shit?
eminem: that shit! you heard him!
kon artist: 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 nigga
keep it heated, i pop clips with 17 or betta
iand'll be severinand' heads, iand'm in everyones nightmare
a nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
and the niggas thatand'll fuck with you
stab and brass knuckle you
then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
enough with youand're motherfucking tough talk, youand're soft
get youand're balls blew off, from a sawdof, faand' raw dawg?
crazier then all yall, what you like the navy when iand'm angry
youand'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
all i have is thought of, breathing evil
desert eagleand's will eat threw people
when i see you iand'mma heat youand're beef slow
fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
(chours)
[eminem]
iand'm gonna get my gun!
this motherfuckerand's poppinand' that shit
nah fuck that iand'll be right back
iand'm gonna get my gun!
nah motherfucker fuck you
you ainand't disrespecting me like that
iand'm gonna get my gun!
walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
bitch how you like that?
iand'm gonna get my gun!
bet you ainand't know that iand'm strapped
nice one, bitch this is my gat
iand'm gonna get my gun!
[kuniva]
i bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
i send they body flippinand' around like a stunt double
forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckinand'
iand'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckinand'
squat under trucks and screaming andquot; that niggas bluffinand'andquot;
i cuff my nuts while cussing andquot; donand't trust himandquot;
i round up runyan, dave, wood and nico
my nigga big i and maland' lettinand' the heat blow
heat sleep hoes got in youand're neepo
and'cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like shaqand's 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 yaand' brick house into some tiny boulders
a grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
iand'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
my car is right across the street bitch and . . (iand'm gonna get my gun!)
[proof]
my whole outfit count clips
get youand're house lit the fuck up
youand're spouse shit, and youand're mouse clip
bettaand' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw youand're skin
iand'm in love with the sin, tell bugz iand'mma see him
when i cock back might put the door on youand're friends
make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
ainand't going no were like the drugs outta kim
iand'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
get a eye full of lid when i slight youand're lights out
with a street cleaner, whipe youand're life out
bullets know at youand're ears, like a tyson fight bout
fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(iand'm gonna get my...)
fuck that run bitch!
hit the streets talks, chumps donand't know me
? aint no probably be home lonley?
(chours fades to background music)
[eminem]
dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .fucking. . . i donand't told this motherfucker. .
wassup bitch!? autograph this!. . .oh shit
(iand'm gonna get my gun!)
Iand'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!... fuck!
my shit is all jammed up!... ugh!
cand'mon 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, donand't play that shit is spin
to be on i told you to leave this shit alone
or...(iand'm gonna get my gun)
and itand's a shame iand'm to drunk to even aim
denaun stept in the way and i shot him in his leg
its like . . .
[kon artist]
bang, bang, bang, nigga, pow, pow, pow
everybody busting rounds like they andquot; raand', raand', raand'andquot;
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 couldnand't we?
shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
i guess not, you wannaand' 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 ainand't nothing to play with!
(chours)
[bizarre]
walk to rite-aid for a can of speghetti
its been one hour and bitch my photoand's aint ready
pictureand's of my dog and my family reunion
itand's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
hey andquot; kateandquot; do you wanna get raped?
have my pictures on fucking philips 38
thatand's why i donand't be fucking battle rapping
and'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 wouldnand't let him
iand'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
iand'm 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






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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Eminem's song "Get My Gun" present a violent scenario where Eminem is determined to obtain his firearm to retaliate against someone who has disrespected him. The verse by Swifty McVay adds to the violent nature of the song as he boasts about his lethal shooting skills and his fearlessness towards the authorities. Kuniva's verse highlights his willingness to shoot first and ask questions later, while Proof's verse talks about his love of killing and his desire to harm others. Bizarre's verse stands out as being somewhat satirical, as he talks about a mundane trip to a photo development store that turns violent.


The song's lyrics are reflective of the violent and aggressive tone of many of Eminem's earlier songs. The lyrics are full of vulgar language and violent imagery that showcase Eminem's penchant for shock value. "Get My Gun" is an example of Eminem's obsession with guns and violence, which has been a recurring theme in his music.




Writer(s): Denaun M. Porter, Ondre C. Moore, Rufus Johnson, de Shaun Dupree Holton, von M. Carlisle Copyright: Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Emi April Music Inc., Derty Werks

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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