Eminem - Guns Blazing lyrics

(feat. Dr. Dre & Sly Pyper) It's time to face the music A stay of execution No more distribution (The fu*k you doin'?) You did this to me I'm right back on my bullsh*t, 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 Back up to bat and swingin' for the fences (Remember that) Let's make one thing clear (Here), here, my dear My resolute for this year No pollution, fresh air My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass Mile high club 'til I jet lag Rothstein flow, Casino And you're just like Ginger, we know Single negro, I don't need your (Double standards and hypocrisy) And that fake handholdin' on Father's Day You a different motherfu*ker when you're 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 bullsh*t ever got to me 'Cause your pillow Brillo, ditto Breakin' this sh*t down little by little I ain't got time for the fu*kin' 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 fu*kin' wit' When steppin' on hallowed ground ('Cause) You did this to me (Yeah, I'm) Right back on my bullsh*t, right back out on these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself) But now you gotta suffer the consequences (And "sorry" isn't gonna help, nah) How many times have I got burnt and tried to act like I'm not hurt? (What?) Or take you back and we not work, like clockwork This sh*t is agony, you're draggin' me, Glocks burst Just remember, you drawed first You ain't toe taggin' me, ho-bag, any blowback, you deserve Get the bozack, b*tch (Yeah), my soul's blackening So actually, this could've been a lot worse (Why?) I could've name-dropped 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 (Damn) And good luck with the father b*tch, you're stuck with him now, ah-fu*kin'-ha Word to the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse Hope it's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (Oh no, woo) Guess I must've got wise, you are not sly Just 'cause you can make up an on-the-spot lie I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired Hand sani', I'm cutting off ties b*tch, 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 'cause (You did this to me) Taste of your own medicine You shedded skin, yeah, you reptilian b*tch Off of your knees (Yeah), beggin' for forgiveness Yeah, look at you, marry him again, b*tch You ain't Em's b*tch, you're just regular him's b*tch We will never be together again, ever And when you're in bed with him and you wish you was with me Just remember that You did this to me (Yeah, now) I'm right back on my bullsh*t, right back out on these streets (Look what you did) Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself) But now you gotta suffer the consequences (And "sorry" isn't gonna help) Remember that (Michelle) you did this to me (Yeah) I'm right back on my bullsh*t, right back out on these streets (fu*k around and make you famous) Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself) But now you gotta suffer the consequences (Oh no) (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 fu*kin' wit' When steppin' on hallowed ground