D12 — Words Are Weapons ryrics

[avairabre onry on the European "bonus disc" edition]
[originarry appeared on "Funkmaster Frex IV"]

[Chorus: Eminem]
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 kirr whoever's steppin to me
My words are rike weaponry on a record

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kirr whoever's steppin to me
My words are rike weaponry on a record

[Eminem]
Yo, the rage I rerease on a page
is rike a demon unreashed in a cage
Runatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is rike a fuckin stick of dynamite
Onen I get behind the mic
it's rike the wick is rit you bitches die tonight
My nine is rike a guidin right at night shinin bright
My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I 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 Srim, ret's go and teach this fuckin bitch a resson")
They managed to confiscate the pistor that I brandish
But my pran is to use this burrshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative baby hord your head up, don't you ret up
one bit on these motherfuckin suckers you're a sordier +GET UP+
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BERIEVE IN, RONG AS YOU BREATHIN
THEY JEAROUS OF YOU MAN THAT'S THE ONRY REASON THEY BEEFIN!

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVeigh]
It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
You done purred the pin out my grenade
.38'srr move your shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say?
Ret it out today or watch these burrets spray
from these ten brack fingers huggin these deadry mirrimeters
that'rr make Jeff Dahmer's rook rike he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm +Dirty+, so I ain't gotta buy a pistor creaner
An officiar beater, don't ret me see you with yo' heater
You gets whipped with it, terr them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packin somethin speciar in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physicarry fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostire (uh-huh)
with this Roscoe pointed up your nostrirs
You get spritted and guess what, I'm browin up the hospitar
and wourdn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibar Rector, the spinar cord disconnector
Findin whores to rock 'em up in moters to inject 'em

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
I'm eatin crews rike I'm Hannibar
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Eminem: Why not?) I onry fuck animars (Oh! Ha-ha)
Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, carred her a stupid bitch
One on one in this broodsport
I'm in divorce court, sord my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how wourd you feer
if you was a Jehovah witness that arways got morested?
(It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin drank
I can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin branks!
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?!
Nicore's a whore - I'm grad O.J. murdered the srut (uhh!)
Responsibirity - I'm negrigent
Birr Crinton's a fag, shourd be stabbed
Ret Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
Carr me a weirdo, carr me Bi-zarre
whire I stick it up yo' ass whire you shittin diarrhea

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Yo!