Artist: Funkmaster Flex f/ D-12 (+ Eminem)

Album: The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Funk

Song: Words Are Weapons



[Funk Flex]

Y'knahmean shout to Shady Records

My man Eminem, D-12, Paul Rosenberg

Shout to Jimmy Iovine, Steve Stoute

Funk Flex, 60 Minutes of fuckin Funk nigga, Volume FOUR!

ONE!!



[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 kill whoever's steppin to me

My words are like weaponry on a record

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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



[Eminem]

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

Onen 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 the 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]



[Swifty McVeigh]

It's that Dirty Dozen renegade

You done pulled the pin out my grenade

.38'sll 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]



[Bizarre]

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 drikin 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-zarre

while I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea



[Chorus]



[Eminem]

Yo