EMINEM - The Show Down lyrics

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The Wild... Gotham

The Wild-West!

Haha! Riiiiide...

I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one.

Sweat on my brow - let's settle it now

I'm a show you how real Cowboys get down

I'm polishin' gold, waitin' for this drama to unfold

I got a "blunt" rolled.

Feelin' bold, gangsters blood runs cold

It's time to reload this old .45 Colt

The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty

Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not Rusty.

It's passed noon, he should be here soon

Sip a little moonshine - inside a Saloon.

All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs

Sounds like a thousand wolves

I cock back! Put the toast in the holster and froze

I pose like a poster, he's closer than close.

I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty

But I'm a put thirty inside him and leave early

And just when I went to fill him with hot lead

I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said.

But I know you - the name's SLiM - you want revenge?

Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you

I'm tellin' the truth! I got a price on my head too. - Cause when you...

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun,

And life ain't fun, when you're on the run.

Got your gold and you got your gun,

But life as an outlaw just begun.

Got your Shotgun by your side,

Got your horse and you got your pride.

You ride 'till there ain't no place to hide,

It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die!

He said take ten paces shit. I took eight

Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain

My "shit" went bang but it only fired a blank, he said

I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs.

We both drew at the same time and stood stunned

I figured he was tellin the truth, that's why I didn't shoot

So what we gon' do, it's on you

"The Chronic"!


Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle

Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle

We rolled two miles until we hit the spot

An old ghost town that everybody forgot.

A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot

SLiM grabbed the Shotgun.

He's goin' around sayin' he took the game from us

But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach

He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs

Plus he's well respected by the Hip-Hop heads.

Our mission - is to get him to stop layin' eggs

And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps.

Kicked the swingin' doors in, started gun slinging

I could hear somebody singin' - it sounded like a "G Thang, "

And a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringin'"

I said "It's Dre's Day, " and started to spray

Against 1800, he pulls a AK.

Hollow tips started flyin' every which way

I fired the first shot - spun his body around

He hit the ground and landed upside down

Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold

I grabbed two girlies and a blunt that's rolled.

Always die...

The Wild... Haha!

The Wild... West

Haha! Riiiiide...

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