Words Are Weapons – D12 – letras

Words Are Weapons[Funkmaster Flex]Y’knahmean shout to Shady RecordsMy man Eminem, D-12, Paul RosenbergShout to Jimmy Iovine, Steve StouteFunk Flex, 60 Minutes of fuckin Funk nigga, Volume FOUR!ONE!CHORUS [Eminem]My words are weaponsI use ’em to crush my opponentsMy words are weaponsI never show no emotionMy words are weaponsI use ’em to kill whoever’s steppin’ to meMy words are like weaponry on a recordMy words are weaponsI use ’em to crush my opponentsThese words are weaponsI never show no emotionMy words are weaponsI use ’em to kill whoever’s steppin’ to meMy words are like weaponry on a record[Eminem]Yo, the rage I release on a pageis like a demon unleashed in a cageLunatic, soon as I hit the stageMy mind is like a fuckin’ stick of dynamiteOnce I get behind the micit’s like the wick is lit you bitches die tonightMy nine is like a guidin’ light at night shinin’ brightMy fuckin’ grip is tighter than my wife’s vagina (Psyche)These cock-suckin’ cops got my Smith-N-WessonI 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 brandishBut my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantageShady stay creative baby hold your head up, don’t you let upone 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 renegadeYou done pulled the pin out my grenade.38’sll move your shit up out the wayYou niggas won’t forget about McVeigh; you got somethin’ to say?Let it out today or watch these bullets sprayfrom these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimetersthat’ll make Jeff Dahmer’s look like he caught a misdemeanorSee I’m Dirty, so I ain’t gotta buy a pistol cleanerAn official beater, don’t let me see you with yo’ heaterYou gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did itYou packin somethin’ special in your crib then bitch get itI’m physically fitted to run yo’ digits, I’m hostile (uh-huh)with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrilsYou get splitted and guess what, I’m blowin’ up the hospitaland wouldn’t give a fuck if you a cop or a hoeI’m Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnectorFindin’ whores to lock ’em up in motels to inject ’emChorus[Bizarre]I’m eatin’ crews like I’m HannibalThere’s no way I can be the gay rapper[Eminem] Why not?[Bizarre] I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha)Stupid trick got my dick startin’ to itchWent to my mother’s grave site, called her a stupid bitchOne on one in this bloodsportI’m in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feelif you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?(It happens) I’m smokin’ dank drikin drankI 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 negligentBill Clinton’s a fag, should be stabbedLet Richard Simmons be the President (ohh heyyy)Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarrewhile I stick it up yo’ ass while you shittin’ diarrheaChorus[Eminem]Yo!