Chorus:

My words are weapons (I use them to crush my opponents)

My words are weapons (I never show no emotions)

My words are weapons (I use them to kill whoevers steppin' to me, my words

are like weaponry on a record)

My words are weapons (I use them to crush my opponents)

These words are weapons (I never show no emotions)

My words are weapons (I use them to kill whoevers steppin' to me, my words

are like weaponry on a record)

Eminem:

(Aiiyo)

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 is get behind the mic

it's like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight

My 9 is like a guy that light at night, shinin' bright

My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina (sike!)

These cocksucking cops got my Smith & Wesson

I guess its time to pick a different weapon, man this shits depressin'

But Swift is gettin me a new one for a christmas present (c'mon Slim, lets

go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson)

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 your head up, dont you let up

one bit on these motherfuckin' suckas

You're a soldier, get up

Stand up for what you belive in, long as you breathin'

They jealous of you man, thats the only reason they beefin'

(Chorus)

Swift:

Its that dirty dozen renegade

you done pulled the pin out my grenade

thirty eights so move yo' shit up out the way

you niggas wont forget about McFae

you got somethin to say? get it out today or watch these bullets break

from these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters

that'll make Jeff Dollars look like he got a misdemeaner

see im dirty, so I aint gotta buy a pistol cleaner

and an official beater

don't let me see you wit your heater

you get hit wit it

tell the motherfuckas Swift did it

you packin someth