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lirik lagu words are weapons – d12 & eminem

y’knahmean shout to shady records
my man eminem, d-12, paul rosenberg
shout to jimmy iovine, steve stoute
funk flex, 60 minutes of f-ckin’ funk n-gg-, ‘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 f-ckin’ stick of dynamite

once i get behind the mic
it’s like the wick is lit you b-tches die tonight
my nine is like a guidin’ light at night shinin’ bright
my f-ckin’ grip is tighter than my wife’s v-g-n-, psych

these c-ck-suckin’ cops got my smith-n-wesson
i guess it’s time to pick a different weapon, man the sh-t’s depressin’
but swift is getting me a new one for a christmas present
(come on slim, let’s go and teach this f-ckin’ b-tch a lesson)
they managed to confiscate the pistol that i brandish
but my plan is to use this bullsh-t to my advantage

shady stay creative baby, hold your head up, don’t you let up
one bit on these motherf-ckin’ 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 sh-t up out the way
you n-gg-s won’t 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 motherf-ckers swift did it
you packin’ somethin’ special in your crib then b-tch 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 f-ck if you a cop or a hoe
i’m hannibal lector, the spinal cord disconnecter
findin’ wh-r-s 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
(why not?)
i only f-ck animals
(oh)

stupid trick got my d-ck startin’ to itch
went to my mother’s grave site, called her a stupid b-tch
one on one in this bloodsport
i’m in divorce court, sold my b-tch 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 f-ckin’ shootin’ blanks

don’t you know bizarre don’t give a f-ck?
nicole’s a wh-r-, i’m glad o.j. murdered the sl-t
(uh)
responsibility, i’m negligent
bill clinton’s a f-g, should be stabbed

let richard simmons be the president
(ohh, hey)
call me a weirdo, call me bi-zarre
while i stick it up yo’ -ss while you sh-ttin’ diarrhea

- d12 eminem

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