Eminem - We As Americans

[Intro:]
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 hear me when I shout.

[Verse 1:]
A couple of cocktails'll 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 Doberman pinscher and a pitbull in the seat.
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me.
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat,
Why it always gotta be an issue when you're me?
And which you're gonna see in the long run, I'ma be the wrong one,
You wanna harass with this limo-tinted glass,
Flashin' that flashlight on my ass, where was 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 bear arms,
What I'm ‘posed to fight with bare palms?
Yeah right, they comin' with bombs, I'm comin' with flare guns,
We as Americans.

[Chorus:]
We as a Americans, us as a citizen
Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been.
We better check ourselves, livin' up in these streets
Through worse and through better health, survivin' 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.

[Verse 2:]
I make beaucoup bucks, wearin' beaucoup vests,
Drama hangin' over my head like a voodoo hex,
I coulda been next to fly over the cuckoo's nest,
With you know who, with an S tatooed to my chest,
But I've finessed it, now I've got the industry pissy,
Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on 50.
It's funny, we got a buzz spreadin' quicker
Than makin' paper airplanes out of a twenty, fuck money!
I don't rap for dead presidents, I'd rather see the President dead,
It's never been said, but I set precedents
And the standards and they can't stand it.
My name shoulda been Bastard, the shit shoulda been plastered
On my forehead with a stamp, I shoulda been blasted,
I shoulda been had a cap 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 seen how fast this rap shit,
Can turn into some pap-pap shit, that quick, snap click,
But this time they got fuckin' automatic,
Ain't no one gon' test this mon, clack-click!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Shhh!
I got a secret if you can keep it between us,
I tuck two ninas under my jeans either side of my penis,
Under my longjohns, under my Sean Johns.
When runnin' with the long arm of the law I'm long gone
I'ma do five years, no less than that, no questions asked,
So it might be a good idea to 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 probably gon' send a task,
I ain't gon' even ask, they ain't gon' let me pack,
They ain't gon' gimme my semi but I got my MAC back.

[Chorus]