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

* only on the European "bonus disc" edition
** originally appeared on "Funkmaster IV"

Eminem]
My words are
I use 'em to crush my
My words are
I show no emotion
My words are
I use 'em to kill steppin to me
My words are weaponry on a record

My words are
I use 'em to crush my
These are weapons
I did show no emotion
My words are
I use 'em to kill steppin to me
My words are like on a record

Yo, the I release on a page
is a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin of dynamite
Onen I get the mic
it's the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guidin light at night bright
My fuckin grip is than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock-suckin got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man the shit's
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas
(Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin a lesson")
They managed to confiscate the that 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 motherfuckin suckers you're a soldier +GET UP+
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, AS YOU BREATHIN
THEY OF YOU MAN THAT'S THE ONLY REASON THEY BEEFIN!

[Swifty
It's Dirty Dozen renegade
You done pulled the pin out my
.38'sll move shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got to say?
Let it out or watch these bullets spray
from ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
that'll make Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm +Dirty+, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol
An official beater, let me see you with yo' heater
You whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packin somethin in your crib then bitch get it
I'm fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile (uh-huh)
with Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted and what, I'm blowin up the hospital
and wouldn't a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the cord disconnector
Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to '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 got my dick startin to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid
One on one in this
I'm in divorce court, sold my off a pack of Newports
(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how you feel
if you was a Jehovah witness always got molested?
(It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin
I can't any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin blanks!
Don't you Bizarre don't give a fuck?!
Nicole's a - I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!)
Responsibility - I'm
Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
Call me a weirdo, me Bi-zarre
while I stick it up yo' ass you shittin diarrhea

Yo!