D12 Lyrics
"Words
Are Weapons"
[available only on
the European "bonus disc" edition]
[originally appeared on "Funkmaster
Flex IV"]
[Chorus: Eminem]
My words are
weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never
show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin
to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
My
words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I
never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's
steppin to me
My words are like weaponry on a record
[Eminem]
Yo,
the rage I release on a page
is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic,
soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite
Onen
I get behind the mic
it's like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
My
nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright
My fuckin grip is tighter
than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I
guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man the shit's depressin
But Swift
is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
([Swift:] "Come on Slim,
let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson")
They managed to confiscate
the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady
stay creative baby hold your head up, don't you let up
one bit on these motherfuckin
suckers you're a soldier +GET UP+
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, LONG AS
YOU BREATHIN
THEY JEALOUS OF YOU MAN THAT'S THE ONLY REASON THEY BEEFIN!
[Chorus]
[Swifty
McVeigh]
It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
You done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38'sll
move your shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got
somethin to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray
from these
ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
that'll make Jeff Dahmer's
look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm +Dirty+, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol
cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater
You gets
whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packin somethin special
in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm
hostile (uh-huh)
with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted
and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital
and wouldn't give a fuck if you
a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Findin
whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
I'm
eatin crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Eminem:
Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha)
Stupid trick got my dick startin
to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch
One on
one in this bloodsport
I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your
honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feel
if you was a Jehovah
witness that always got molested?
(It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin drank
I
can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin blanks!
Don't you know Bizarre
don't give a fuck?!
Nicole's a whore - I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!)
Responsibility
- I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons
be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
while I
stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Yo!
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