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!! 

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 
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 

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! 

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 

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 

Yo!