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CHORUS:
(Eminem:)
This kinda music
Use it and you get in to do sh*t
Whenever you hear some sh*t
And you can't refuse this
Just some sh*t
For these kids to
Trash their rooms with
Just refuse whenever
They asked to do sh*t
The type of sh*t
That you don't have to
Ask who produced it
You just know
That's the new sh*t
The type of sh*t that
Causes mass confusion
And drastic movement
Of people acting stupid
(Kon Artist:)
I come to every club
With intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm
And smelling like Boone Farm
Hiding under tables
As soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief it to steal
From his own mom
Kuniving Kon
Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming
"Let's get it on"
A lust that love the drank
Drunk driving a tank
Rolling over a bank
Cops see my and faint
It's drastic
And I'm passed my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high
By slitting your throat
Push a baby carriage
Into the street
Till it's minced meat
Your men's been beat
The minute I step foot
On your street
This is fight music
(Bizarre:)
You know why my hands
Are so numb? (No)
'Cause my grandmother
Sucked my d*ck
And I didn't cum (Oh)
Smacked this whore
For talking crap (B****)
So what if she's handicapped
(What?)
The b**** said Bizarre couldn't rap
I f***in' "Hate you"
I take your drawers down
And rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you
(Hell yeah)
Satan got me on this song
Eatin' a hotdog readin'
The Holy Quran
While I'm on the John
Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo
You know where it belongs
Now here's a gun
I put it in your palm
(Baw)
Now go over there and
Blow off Dru Hill's arms
F*** them love songs
Repeat chorus
(Proof:)
It's ___, who you gon' bring on?
Who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong
I'll blow you to
Kingdome Come
I'll show you machine gun
F***
Sixteen M16's
One pump
Snubbing my paw
Shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin' out this
F***in' club in your drawers
We lovin' the brawls,
It's nothin' to applaud
But f*** it it's all good
The hood is up in us all
It's fight music
(Swift:)
I'm a nigga that love scuffles
And won't hesitate to
Sock you again
With swollen knuckles
I'm like that
Catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right
In front of the precinct
I slap your freak
Bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet
You get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink
Just for talkin'
Came back and f***ed up
His pall bearers
And made them drop his coffin
It's fight music
(Kuniva:)
These bees I'm swingin'
And stingin' 'em
See all these niggaz
When I step in the club?
I'm bringin' 'em
And any nigga lookin' too hard
We Rodney King-in him
Malice Green-in him
And gasoline-in him with premium
Light a cigarette flick it at him
And spit it at him
Hold up a picture of his family
And kick it at him
Blast while you right lookin'
Right where your wife's lookin'
F*** fight music b****
This is losin' your life music
(Eminem:)
If I could capture the rage
Of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass with
My bare hands and swallow it
And spit it back in
The face of you racists
And hypocrites who think
The same sh*t but don't say sh*t
You Liberaces, Versaces
And Nazis watch me
'Cause you figured
You got me and this hot seat
You motherf***ers wanna judge me
'Cause you're not me
You'll never stop me
I'm top speed and you pop me
I came to save these
New generations of babies
From parents who failed
To raise them 'cause they lazy
So grow to praise me,
I'm makin' 'em go crazy
That's how I got the
Whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazy if you think
I'm a admit wrong
I'll cripple any hypocritic critic
I'm sicked on
And this song is for any kid
Who get's picked on
A sick song to retaliate to
And it's called
Repeat chorus
It's fight music
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