Eminem Encore (Bonus Disk) We As Americans There's an intruder In my house He cut my phone line Can't dial out I scream for police But I doubt They're gonna going to hear me When I shout gunshot A couple of cocktails will send me to jail There's a couple of cops hot on my trail But this time when I get pulled over There's a dobberman pincher And a pitbull in the seat These pigs will get BIT fooling with me Quit fooling with me Bitch, you're gonna going to see No pistol in the seat Why Why's Why does it always gotta got to have to be an issue when you're me? In which you're gonna going to see in the long run I'ma I'm gonna I'm going to be the wrong one you wanna harass With this limo-tinted glass Flashing that flashlight on my ass Where was were you at, last night When them assholes ran up on my grass? Rapper-slash-actor, kiss the crack of my cracker-slash-ass They took away my right to bare arms What I'm 'possed supposed to fight with; bare palms? Yeah, right; they're coming with bombs I'm coming with flare guns We as Americans We as Americans Us as a citizen Gotta protected ourselves Look at how shit has been We better check ourselves Living up in these streets Through worse and through better health Surviving by any means We as Americans Us as a citizen We are samaritans What do we get us in? We better check ourselves Look at how shit has been Take a look where you live This is America and we are Americans I make beaucoup bucks, wearin' beaucoup vests Drama hanging over my head like a voodoo hex I could've been next, to fly over the cuckoo's nest With you know who, with an "S" tattooed to my chest But I'm finessed it, now I've got the industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it 50-50 on 50, it's funny We got a buzz spreading quicker than making paper airplanes out of a 20 20 dollar bill Fuck money, I don't rap for dead presidents US currency money I'd rather see the president daed dead It's never been said, but I set precedents And the standards and they can't stand it My name should have been bastard This shit should have been plastered On my forehead with a stamp I should have been blasted shot I shoulda should have been; had a cap bullet put in my ass But I'm too swift and fast for that, I'm past it I'm too old to go and cruise Gratiot, fuck that shit I done have seen how fast this rap shit can turn into some pap gunshot pap gunshot shit That quick; snap, click! But this time we got a fucking automatic And no one gon' gonna going to test this, man Clack! gunshot I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two ninas nine millimeter firearms pistols under my jeans, either side of my penis Under my long johns long underwear Under my Sean Jeans Sean Jean branded clothing When running with the long arm of the long long gun I'ma I'm gonna I'm going to do be locked in prison for 5 years No less than that No questions asked So it might be a good idea that I stop right here And quit while I'm ahead Already in the red Already got a steady infrared meant for my head A target on my back Bigger problems than that Bin Laden on my ass He prob'bly probably gon' gonna going to send a task mercenary hitman contract killer I ain't gon' even ask They ain't gonna let me pack They ain't gon' give me my semi semi-automatic firearm But I got my whizz back