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Words Are Weapons

Eminem

12

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Tekst piosenki
[Hook x2] 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 stepping to me My words are like weaponry on a record [Verse 1: 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 fucking stick of dynamite Once I get behind the mic It's like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight My nine is like a guiding light at night, shining bright My fucking grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych These cock sucking cops got my Smith-N-Wesson I guess it's time to pick a different weapon Man, the shit's depressing But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present (Come on, Slim, let's go and teach this fucking 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 motherfucking suckers you're a soldier get up Stand up for what you believe in, long as you breathing They jealous of you, man, that's the only reason they beefing [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] It's that Dirty Dozen renegade You done pulled the pin out my grenade 38s'll move your shit up out the way You niggas won't forget about McVay, you got something to say? Let it out today or watch these bullets spray From these ten black fingers hugging 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 packing something 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 blowing up the hospital And wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a ho I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector Finding whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Bizzare] I'm eating crews like I'm Hannibal There's no way I can be the gay rapper (Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh, haha) Stupid trick got my dick starting 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 smoking dank, drinking, drank I can't have any kids cause I'm fucking shooting 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, hey) Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre While I stick it up yo' ass while you shitting diarrhea [Hook x2]
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