D12 - Words Are Weapons lyrics
Y`knahmean shout to Shady Records
My man Eminem, D-12, Paul Rosenberg
Shout to Jimmy Iovine, Steve Stoute
Funk Flex, 60 Minutes of fuckin Funk nigga, Volume FOUR!
ONE!!
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
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!
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
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
Yo!
