Y'knahmean shout to Shady Records
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My man Eminem, D-12, Paul Rosenberg
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Shout to Jimmy Iovine, Steve Stoute
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Funk Flex, 60 Minutes of fuckin Funk nigga, Volume FOUR!
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ONE!!
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[Chorus: Eminem]
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My words are weapons
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I use 'em to crush my opponents
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My words are weapons
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I never show no emotion
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My words are weapons
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I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
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My words are like weaponry on a record
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My words are weapons
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I use 'em to crush my opponents
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These words are weapons
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I never did show no emotion
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My words are weapons
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I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
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My words are like weaponry on a record
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[Eminem]
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Yo, the rage I release on a page
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is like a demon unleashed in a cage
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Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
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My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite
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Onen I get behind the mic
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it's like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
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My nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright
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My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych
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These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
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I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man the shit's depressin
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But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
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(Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson")
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They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
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But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
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Shady stay creative baby hold your head up, don't you let up
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one bit on these motherfuckin suckers you're a soldier +GET UP+
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STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, LONG AS YOU BREATHIN
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THEY JEALOUS OF YOU MAN THAT'S THE ONLY REASON THEY BEEFIN!
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[Chorus]
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[Swifty McVeigh]
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It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
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You done pulled the pin out my grenade
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.38'sll move your shit up out the way
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You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say?
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Let it out today or watch these bullets spray
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from these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
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that'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
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See I'm +Dirty+, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
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An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater
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You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
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You packin somethin special in your crib then bitch get it
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I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile (uh-huh)
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with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
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You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital
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and wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
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I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
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Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em
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[Chorus]
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[Bizarre]
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I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal
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There's no way I can be the gay rapper
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(Eminem: Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha)
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Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch
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Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch
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One on one in this bloodsport
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I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
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(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feel
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if you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
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(It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin drank
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I can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin blanks!
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Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?!
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Nicole's a whore - I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!)
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Responsibility - I'm negligent
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Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
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Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
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Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
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while I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea
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[Chorus]
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[Eminem]
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Yo!
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Words Are Weapons
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| D-12 |
