Eminem — Pistol Pistol lyrics

Yeah, welcome to Amityville
Detroit, n***a!
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols
Why is that? Ha ha ha!

Slick criminal wit, the s**t I spit chews
Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of s**t parents slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the s**t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through
Nobody got my back in this b***h but this two
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

N***a, we violently active, so f**k with us
See I'm backwards, I slap n****s and punch b*****s
Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord
When my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore

They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
Shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin' pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
Trying to break your neck to conversate? B***h, I'll do it for you

Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
You gots to go, b*****s died slow and horrible
There's no tomorrow for any n***a, we'll shower you
We're young, black, and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you

Stepped in the door waving the four-four
Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my tongue yayo, but I spit fire
I lit five inside a f*****g d**k rider

The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a fag
You love being a** to a**
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta, now that's gangsta

Y'all n****s sound like Jigga but act like Pac
Yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I'm the hot n***a that's gonna put hell outta business

It won't be the same since we touching the game
Make the hardest n***a in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame?
I'll squeeze off this tech until nothing remains

Slick criminal wit, the s**t I spit chews
Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of s**t parents slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the s**t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through
Nobody got my back in this b***h but this two
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one
'Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggas'll put your f*****g life in the dirt

'Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin'
Waking you up with aks while you lie sleeping

I'd rather pack the heat and not need it
Tather than need one and not have it
I married this Glock-matic
[Incomprehensible]

You know the sound when I'm spinnin' round
Spittin' these rounds from fo' pounds
While the whole crowd is screaming as loud
From they're mouths as they possibly allow

Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
Arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0

Some semi-automatic for static's the motto
Spitting like from Colorado

Slick criminal wit, the s**t I spit chews
Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of s**t parents slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the s**t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through
Nobody got my back in this b***h but this two
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock
It'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock
It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst

It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Mase say, "Fuck church!" and go back to writing
It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
It'll make are. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall

It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking
It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It'll make a nun turn into a filthy s***
It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a f*****g mutt

It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
It'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It'll make Ike stop beating Tina
It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina

Slick criminal wit, the s**t I spit chews
Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of s**t parents slit their wrists to
Need an anthem to amp you, then this the s**t to

Too many enemies on my list to sift through
Nobody got my back in this b***h but this two
Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you
But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol

Ha, n***a, n***a, n***a! You better have an aim
'Cause if you don't, you're finished, flat out, n***a, n***a, n***a
What? F**k around and get popped with no hesitation, straight up

Look who the f**k we stay at
N***a, what where the f**k we stay at
F**k around with us, you get popped
F**k, you get popped
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