{Flex}
You know what i mean, shout to Shady Records
My man Eminem, D-12, Paul Rosenberg
Shout to Jimmy Ideen, Steve Stout
Funk Flex, 60 minutes of fuckin' funk nigga
Volume 4 ... One
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(chorus) {Eminem}
My Words Are Weapons (i use 'em to crush my opponents)
My Words Are Weapons (i never show no emotions)
My Words Are Weapons (i use 'em to kill who ever'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 show no emotions)
My Words Are Weapons (i use 'em to kill who ever'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
unleashing a caged 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 wiggers ???bitches die tonight
My 9 is like a guiding light at night shining bright
My fuckin' grip is tighter than my wife's vagina (sike)
These cock suckin' cops got my Smith & Wessen
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man this shit's depressing
But Swift is gettin' me a new one for a Christmas present
{Swifty}
C'Mon Slim let's go and teach this fuckin' bitch a lesson
{Eminem}
They managed to confiscate the pistol that i brandished
but my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative baby hold ya head up, don't you let up one bit on these mother fuckin' suckas you're a soldier get up
Stand up for what you believe in
Long as you breathing
They jealous of you man, that's the only reason they beefin'
(chorus)
{Swifty}
It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
Who dun pull the pin out my grenade
38's so move your shit up out the way
You niggas won't forget about McVeigh
You got something to say?
Let it out today and watch these bullets spray
From these 10 black fingers, huggin' these deadly millimeters
That'll make Jeff Domers 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 your heater
You can swif wit it, tell the mother fuckers Swift did it
You packin' something special in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run your digits, i'm high school
with this roscal pointed up your nostrols
You can split it and guess what, i'm blowing up the hospital
and wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a ho
I'm Hannibal Lector the Spinal Cord disconnecter