Outro Songtext / Lyric

{*Gun cocked back*}






[Eminem]

Nah, we ain't gone

I love bein' hated, it's great it

Let's me know that I made it

I wouldn't have it no other way

I wouldn't trade it for the world

Only let's me know that I'm loved

by so many other motherfuckers that ain't you

And as long, as you keep fuckin' with us, we keep fuckin' you up

And keep pullin' the rug from up under you

And what's ever more fucked up

is we enjoy what were doin' so much there ain't nothin'

that we love more than pullin' your skirts up

And exposin' you hoes so much, people are startin' to wonder

what's up wit' them fuckin' one dough a man under-els

Do unto others of you will have done under you

So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to when

someone runs up wit' a mask and puts a gun to you {*gun cocks*}

You will ask yourself, how come your mans

didn't enter that last round that he had

in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance

You keep askin' us to keep it on wax but we can't

This is past any rationalization

We have captured national media attention

Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin'

soon as we enter the 106 & Park building

Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to God

if someone so much as even touches one of my people

I'll put a million on his head

And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it

But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit

And it ain't because I'm a bitch

It's because I ain't a bitch

I don't endanger people that I'm wit'

I'm a general, I ain't Bush

I don't send my soldiers to war

I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em

So when I do get 'em

Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin' with a...



[Swifty McVay]

Fuckin' wit' a peacekeeper

See you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver, that I eat ya

Niggaz wanna keep speakin', like it ain't even that deep

I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street {*explosion*}

See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya

I'll be searchin' for you longer than the "Legend Of Zelda"

Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the

captain that a Basset Hound couldn't even smell ya

body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit

You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch

You get bombed like Lebanon {*explosion*} with my own tactic

I'll snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids



[Obie Trice]

Motherfucker I'll handle you

We can have it out on any Avenue

A "Average Man" flipped into an animal

Shoot out your mandibles

Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision

Nigga know the mechanicals

Break the pistol down, you should see them handles

The street taught the child, no read up manuals

Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown

Chasin' green is the dream, when you're young and brown

Bound to be a problem child

Look what I'm involved in now

A Dozen Dirty niggaz and they all get down

Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours

When revolvers we said "all men get down" {*gunshot*} (come on!)



[Kuniva]

While your punchin' and tacklin' punks

I'm handlin' chumps, packin' a pump

that's longer than the elephant trunk {*gun cocks*}

On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak

So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"

A monster, pistol packin' pushin' niggaz off they Hondas

Starve ya, get it crackin', yankin' bitches for they ganja

Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough

When she was sleepin' stuff, I was stealin' the keys to the truck

Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck

or in the streets takin' a nap, bleedin' and Lugged up

Who want what like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep

Then fuck it, it'll be ten sleepin' {*gunshots*}



[Proof]

Know much about my a land ski

Don't tussle with my hand speed

Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed

We ferocious, toast no holsters

Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (come on!) {*gunshot*}

We the soldiers, y'all the youngsters (ha)

Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster {*gunshot*}

Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama

You scared of the drama, bomber the monster {*gun cocks*} (boof)

I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear

Shoot like {*gunshot*}, homie steer clear

Blackness, carcass covered with catfish

We murkers with no purpose other than practice



[Bizarre]

There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters

Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin' wife beaters

A gat that describes my life

I don't even know who song this is ("Obie Trice")

Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop

At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks {*laughing*}

This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin' in

I'll meet an R&B singer to sing at my wedding (Say yeahhh)

I turn your face into a fuckin' meat patty

I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin' with your granny

I'll "Shit On You", I'll pee on R. Kelly too

This is Bizarre, see you at "Devils Night 2"