Luyện nghe bài hát My Words Are Weapons - Eminem & D-12

* available only on the "bonus disc" edition
** appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV"

[Chorus:
My words are
I use 'em to my opponents
My words are
I never show no
My are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's to me
My words are like weaponry on a

My words are
I use 'em to my opponents
words are weapons
I did show no emotion
My are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's to me
My words are like on a record

Yo, the I release on a page
is like a unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin of dynamite
I get behind the mic
it's the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guidin at night shinin bright
My fuckin grip is tighter than my vagina, psych
cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a weapon, man the shit's depressin
But Swift is me a new one for a Christmas present
(Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach fuckin bitch a lesson")
They managed to confiscate the pistol I brandish
But my plan is to use bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative baby hold head up, don't you let up
one bit on these motherfuckin suckers you're a soldier UP+
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU IN, LONG AS YOU BREATHIN
THEY JEALOUS OF YOU MAN THAT'S THE REASON THEY BEEFIN!

[Swifty
It's that Dirty renegade
You pulled the pin out my grenade
.38'sll move shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to
Let it out today or these bullets spray
from these ten black huggin these deadly millimeters
that'll make Jeff Dahmer's like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm +Dirty+, so I gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you yo' heater
You gets whipped with it, tell them Swift did it
You packin somethin in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm (uh-huh)
with this Roscoe up your nostrils
You get and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital
and wouldn't a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord
whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em

I'm eatin crews I'm Hannibal
no way I can be the gay rapper
(Eminem: Why not?) I only fuck (Oh! Ha-ha)
Stupid trick got my startin to itch
Went to my mother's site, called her a stupid bitch
One on one in bloodsport
I'm in court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how you feel
if you was a Jehovah that always got molested?
(It happens) I'm smokin drikin drank
I can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin blanks!
Don't you know don't give a fuck?!
Nicole's a whore - I'm glad O.J. the slut (uhh!)
Responsibility - I'm
Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the (ohh HEYY!!)
me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
while I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin

Yo!