Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Ondre Moore, Marshall Mathers, K Bell, R Johnson
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D12Words Are Weapons Lyrics:
[Chorus x 2]
My words are weapons
(I use em to crush my opponents)
My words are weapons
(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]
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
Once I get behind tha mic its like the
weakest bitch you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guiding light at night shinin' bright
My fuckin whip is tighter then my wife's vagina SIKE
These cocksuckin cocks
Got my Smith and Wesson
I guess its time to pick a different
weapon man that shits depressin
But Swift is gettin me a new one for a Christmas present [Swift] - Come on Slim lets go 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 u let up
One bit of this motherfuckin 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 did pull out the pin from my grenade
38's will move your shit up out the way
You niggas 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 to buy pistol cleaner
An official beater don't let me see you with your heater
You get swift with it
Tell that mutherfucker Swift did it
You packing sumtin special in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run your digits
I'm hostile with this roscal 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 ho
I'm hannibal lector the spinal cord
connector findin whores
And lockup in motels and 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 fuck animals
Snoop and Trick got my dick starting to itch
Went to my mothers grave site and
called her a stupid bitch
One on one in this blood sport
I'm in divorce court
Suin' my bitch off a pack of Newports
6 times I've been arrested
How would you feel if you let your ho
witness that always got molested
I'm smokin dank drinkin drink
I cant have any kids cuz I'm fuckin shooting blanks
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck
Nicole's a whore and I'm glad O.J murdered his slut
Responsibility I'm negligent
Bill Clintons a fag should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be president
Call me a weirdo
Call me bazeer
While I stick up your ass till while you shit diarrhea
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