d 12 - my words are weapons lyrics
[chorus x 2]
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 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 f-ckin stick of dynamite
once i get behind tha mic its like the wick is lit you b-tches die tonight
my nine is like a guiding light at night shinin’ bright
my f-ckin grip is tighter then my wife’s v-g-n- (sike!)
these c-cksuckin cops
got my smith and wesson
i guess its time to pick a different weapon man that sh-ts depressin
but swift is gettin me a new one for a christmas present
[swift] – come on slim lets 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 u let up
one bit on these motherf-ckin suckers you a soldier get up
stand up for what you believe in as long as u breathin
they jealous of you man that’s the only reason they beefin’
[chorus x 2]
[swift]
its that dirty dozen renegade
you done pulled the pin out my grenade
38’s will move your sh-t up out the way
you n-gg-s wont forget about mcvay
you got sumtin to say let it out today
and watch these bullets spray
from these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
that will make jeff dahmers 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 your heater
you get swift with it
tell that m-th-rf-cker swift did it
you packing sumtin special in your crib then b-tch get it
i’m physically fitted to run your digits
i’m hostile 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 ho
i’m hannibal lector the spinal cord disconnector findin wh-r-s
to lock ’em up in motels to inject ’em
[chorus x 2]
[bizarre]
i’m eating crews like i’m hannibal
there’s no way i could be the gay rapper
(em – why not?)
i only f-ck animals
(em – oh, haha)
stupid trick got my d-ck starting to itch
went to my mothers grave site, called her a stupid b-tch
one on one in this blood sport
i’m in divorce court
suin’ my b-tch off a pack of newports
6 times i’ve been arrested
how would you feel if you was a jehova’s witness that always got molested
(it happens) i’m smokin dank drinkin drink
i cant have any kids cuz i’m f-ckin shooting blanks
don’t you know bizarre don’t give a f-ck
nicole’s a wh-r- and i’m glad o.j murdered his sl-t
responsibility i’m negligent
bill clintons a f-g should be stabbed
let richard simmons be the president
call me a weirdo
call me bazeer
while i stick up your -ss till while you sh-t diarrhea
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