Paroles de 'Guns Blazing (feat. Sly Pyper & Dr. Dre)' par Eminem

It's time to face the music (Oh)
A stay of execution
No more distribution (The fuck you doin'?)

You did this to me
I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets
Just remember that you did this to yourself
Yeah, you did it to yourself
Now, you gotta suffer the consequences
Pack up the pack and swing it for the fences (Just remember that)

Let's make one thing clear (Here)
Here, my dear, my resolution this year
No pollution, fresh air
My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass
Mile high club 'til I jеtlag
Raw stink, flow, casino
And you're just like Ginger, wе know
Single negro, I don't need your double standards and hypocrisy
And that fake can holder on Father's Day
You a different motherfucker when you not with me
Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery
It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me
Yes, I'm President of Debauchery
None of that bullshit ever got to me
'Cause your pillow, billow, ditto
Breakin' this shit down little by little
I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms
Shoulda never let this dog out of that kennel

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout
Who I'm with when I'm not around
Just don't forget who you fuckin' with
When steppin' on hallowed ground

'Cause you did this to me (Yeah, I'm)
Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets
Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)
Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help)

Now many times have I got burnt
And tried to act like I'm not hurt?
Or take you back and we not workin'
Like clockwork, this shit is agony
You're draggin' me, Glocks burst
Just remember, you draw'd first, you ain't toe taggin' me
Hold back, any blowback you deserve
Get the Bozack, bitch, my soul's blackenin'
So actually, this could've been a lot worse (Watch)
I could've namedropped you in my verse (Yeah)
But out of respect for your daughter
I won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddler
Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (Yeah)
And good luck with the father
Bitch stuck with him now, ha, fuckin' Howard
To the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse
It's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (Oh no)
Guess I must have got wise, you are not sly
Just 'cause you can makeup an on the spot lie
I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired
Hey Santa, I ain't cuttin' off ties
Bitch, everything you own's in a box, bye
Guess it's back to the trailer and pot pies
Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes
One day and you'll be servin' me hot fries (You did this to me)
A taste of your own medicine, you shedded skin
Yeah, you reptilian bitch
Off of your knees (Yeah), beggin' for forgiveness
Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch
You ain't Em's bitch, you just regular him's bitch
We will never be together again, ever
And when you're in bed with him and wish you was with me
Just remember that

You did this to me (Yeah, I'm)
Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (But you did)
Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)
Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help)
Remember that you did this to me (Michelle)
Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (Fuck around and make you famous)
Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)
Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're)

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout
Who I'm with when I'm not around
Just don't forget who you fuckin' with
When steppin' on hallowed ground