J-murda - Make Dem Birdz Say Eddie-g Featuring k**a-kc lyrics

[Chorus:Eddie-G] My words are weapons I use 'em to k** 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 k** whoever's steppin to me My words are like weaponry on a record [k**a-Kc] 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 f**in stick of dynamite Once I get behind the mic it's like the wick is lit - you b**hes die tonight My nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright My f**in grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych These co*k-s**in cops got my Smith-N-Wesson I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man this sh**'s depressin But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present (Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach this f**in b**h a lesson") They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish But my plan is to use this bullsh** to my advantage Shady stay creative baby hold your head up, don't you let up one bit on these motherf**in s**ers 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! [Chorus] [Eddie-G] It's that Dirty Dozen renegade You done pulled the pin out my grenade .38's'll move your sh** up out the way You n***as 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 motherf**ers Swift did it You packin somethin special in your crib then b**h 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 f** if you a cop or a hoe I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector Findin who*es to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em [Chorus] [k**a-Kc] I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal There's no way I can be the gay rapper (Eminem: Why not?) I only f** animals (Oh! Ha-ha) Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid b**h One on one in this bloodsport I'm in divorce court, sold my b**h 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 drinkin drank I can't have any kids cause I'm f**in shootin blanks! Don't you know Bizarre don't give a f**?! Nicole's a who*e - I'm glad O.J. murdered the s*ut (uhh!) Responsibility - I'm negligent Bill Clinton's a f*g, should be stabbed Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!) Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zirre while I stick it up yo' a** while you sh**tin diarrhea