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Fight Music

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2016-12-23

  Fight Music - D12

  This kind of music, use it,

  and you get amped to do shit

  Whenever you hear some shit

  and you can't refuse it

  It's just some shit,

  for these kids,

  to trash they rooms with

  Just refuse whenever

  they asked to do shit

  The type of shit that you don't

  have to ask who produced it

  You just know that's the new shit

  The type of shit that

  causes mass confusion

  and drastic movement of

  people actin stupid

  I come to every club with

  intention to do harm

  With a prosthetic arm and

  smelling like Boone's Farm

  hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms

  Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms

  Conniving Kon, Artis with a bomb

  Strapped to my stomach screaming,

  "Let's get it on!"

  A lush that love to drink,

  drunk driving a tank

  Rollin over a bank,

  cops see me and faint

  It's drastic,

  I'm past my limit of coke

  I think I'll up my high

  by slitting your throat

  Push your baby carriage into the street,

  'til it's mince meat

  Your mens been beat the minute

  I step onto your street

  This is fight music!

  You know why my hands are so numb? (No)

  Cause my grandmother sucked

  my dick and I didn't cum (oh)

  Smacked this whore for talking crap (bitch)

  So what if she's handicapped,

  the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap

  I fucking hate you;

  I'll take your drawers down and rape you

  While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)

  Satan done got me on this song

  eating a hot dog reading the Holy Qu'ran,

  while I'm on the john

  Tired of wearing this yellow thong

  Take it back Sisqo,

  you know where it belongs

  Now here's a gun,

  I'll put it in your palm

  Now go over there and

  blow up Dru Hill's arms

  Fuck your love songs

  This kind of music, use it,

  and you get amped to do shit

  Whenever you hear some shit

  and you can't refuse it

  It's just some shit,

  for these kids,

  to trash they rooms with

  Just refuse whenever

  they asked to do shit

  The type of shit that you don't

  have to ask who produced it

  You just know that's the new shit

  The type of shit that

  causes mass confusion

  and drastic movement of

  people actin stupid

  Just bring who you gon' bring on,

  who you gon' swing on?

  I'm King Kong,

  guns blow you to king-dom come

  Show you machine gun funk

  Sixteen m-16's and one pump

  The snub in my paw,

  shove it in your jaw

  Have you running out this

  fucking club in your drawers

  We loving the broads,

  there's nothing to applaud

  But fuck it it's all good,

  the hood is up in The Source

  It's fight music

  I'm a nigga that loves scuffles

  And won't hesitate to sock

  you again for swollen knuckles

  I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps

  Blow his head back right in front of

  the precinct saying, "You hear that?"

  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 talking

  Came back and fucked up his pallbearers

  and made 'em drop his coffin

  It's fight music!

  These beads I'm swinging is stinging 'em

  See all these niggaz?

  When I step in the club,

  I'm bringing 'e

  If any nigga looking too hard,

  we Rodney King'n 'em

  Malice green to them and

  gasolinin 'em with premium

  Light a cigarette,

  flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em

  Hold up a picture of his family

  and kick it at him

  Blast while you right hooking,

  right when your wife's looking

  Fuck fight music,

  bitch this is losing your life music!

  If I could capture the rage of

  today's youth and bottle it

  Crush the glass from my bare

  hands and swallow it

  Then spit it back in

  the faces of you racists

  and hypocrites who think

  the same shit but don't say shit

  You Liberace's, Versace's,

  and you nazis

  Watch me, cause you thinking

  you got me in this hot seat

  You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE

  me cause you're NOT me

  You'll never STOP me,

  I'm TOP speed as you POP me

  I came to save these new

  generations of babies

  from parents who failed to

  raise 'em cause they're lazy

  to grow to praise me

  I'm makin 'em go crazy

  That's how I got this whole

  nation to embrace me

  And you fugazi if you think

  I'ma admit wrong

  I cripple any hypocritic

  critic I'm sic'd on

  And this song is for any

  kid who gets picked on

  A sick song to retaliate to,

  and it's called..

  This kind of music, use it,

  and you get amped to do shit

  Whenever you hear some shit

  and you can't refuse it

  It's just some shit,

  for these kids,

  to trash they rooms with

  Just refuse whenever

  they asked to do shit

  The type of shit that you don't

  have to ask who produced it

  You just know that's the new shit

  The type of shit that

  causes mass confusion

  and drastic movement of

  people actin stupid

  It's fight music!

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