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[Chorus:Eddie-G] My words are weapons I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like 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 kill whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record [Killa-Kc] 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 fuckin 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 guidin light 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 this 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 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 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] [Eddie-G] It's that Dirty Dozen renegade You done pulled the pin out my grenade .38's'll move your shit up out the way You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say? Let it out today or watch these bullets spray from these ten black fingers huggin 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 packin somethin 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 blowin up the hospital and wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em [Chorus] [Killa-Kc] I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal There's no way I can be the gay rapper (Eminem: Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha) Stupid trick got my dick startin 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 smokin dank drinkin drank I 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 negligent Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!) Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zirre while I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea
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