Eminem Words Are Weapons Lyrics

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[Chorus: x2]
My words are weapons, I use them to crush my opponents
These words are weapons, I never show no emotion
My words are weapons, I use them to kill who ever's steppin' to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

The rage I release on a page, is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatics soon as i hit the stage, my mind is like a ****in' stick of dynamite
Once I get behind a mic its like the wick is lit
You *****es die tonight, my nine inch **** shinin' bright
My ****in' grip is tighter than my wifes vagina
These **** suckin' cops got my Smith and Western
I guess its time to pick a different weapon, man this shits depressing.
But swift gettin' me a new one for a Christmas present
Come on slim lets go and teach this ****in' ***** a lesson
They managed to confiscate the pistol that I ?
But the plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage.
Shady stay creative baby, hold your head up don't you let ?
One bit on these **********in' suckers, your a soldier get up
Stand up for what you believe in, as long as you breathin'
They jealous of you man that the only reason they beeffin'

[Chorus: x2]

Its that Dirty dozen renegade, who done pulled the pin outta my grenade
38's so move your **** up out the way, you *****s won't forget about Mcvay
You got summit to say let it out today or watch these bullets spray from these ten black fingers Huggin' these deadly mm's make Jeff domers think he caught a mistameaner,
See I'm dirty so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater don't lemme see you wid your heater you gets wet wid it,
Tell the ************s Swift did it, packin' summit special in your crib, ***** get it,
Physically fitted to run your digits, I'm pastel with this rascal pointin' up your nostrils
You can split it and guess what we blowin' up the hospital
We wouldn't give a **** if you a cop or a hoe, I'm Hannibal Lector
This vinal cord disconnector findin' whores to lock them up in motels to inject her

[Chorus: x2]

I'm eatin' crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I could be the gay rapper (why not) I only **** animals
Stupid trick got my **** startin' to itch
Went to my mothers grave site and called her a stupid *****
One on One in this blunt sport
I'm in divorce court
Suein' my ***** over a pack of newports
Six times I've been arrested
How would you feel if you were a Jehovah's Witness and always gettin' molested
I'm smokin' dank and drinkin' drink, I can't have any kids
Cause I'm ****in' shootin' blanks
Don't you know Bizzare don't give a ****
Nicole's a whore I'm glad OJ murdered a slut, responsibility I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a ***, how could Richard Simons beat the president
Call me a weirdo, call me bizarre, I stick it up your *** while you **** diarrhea

[Chorus: x2]

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Written by: Marshall B Iii Mathers, Ondre C Moore, Rufus Johnson, Rufus B Johnson
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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