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    Funkmaster Flex / Lyrics

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    "Words Are Weapons" Lyrics

    Funkmaster Flex feat. D12 and Eminem

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    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 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

    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 & 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
    (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'

    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 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

    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 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
    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

    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 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

    I'm eatin' crews like I'm Hannibal
    There's no way I can be the gay rapper
    (Why not?)
    I only fuck animals
    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

    Responsibility, I'm negligent
    Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
    Let Richard Simmons be the President
    Call me a weirdo, call me Bizarre
    While I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin' diarrhea

    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 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
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Kevin Bell, Von Carlisle, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre Moore, Denaun Porter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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