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This kinda music/
Use it and you get in to do shit/
Whenever you hear some shit/
And you can't refuse this/
Just some shit/
For these kids to trash their 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 acting stupid/

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!/

You know why my hands are so numb?/ (No)
Cuz my grandmother sucked my dick/
And I didn't cum/ (Oh)
Smacked this whore for talking crap/ (Bitch)
So what if she's handicapped/ (What?)
The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap/
I fuckin 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 Korahn/ (sp?)
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/
Fuck them love songs/

This kinda music/
Use it and you get in to do shit/
Whenever you hear some shit/
And you can't refuse this/
Just some shit/
For these kids to trash their 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 acting stupid/

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 Fuck/
Sixteen M16's/
One pump/
Snubbing my paw/
Shove it in your jaw/
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers/
We lovin the brawls, it's nothin to applaud/
But fuck it it's all good/
The hood is up in us all/
It's Fight music/

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 fucked up his pall bearers/
And made them drop his coffin/
It's fight music/

These beez 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/
Fuck fight music bitch/
This is losin your life music/

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 shit but don't say shit/
You Liberaces, Versaces and Nazi's watch me/
Cuz you figured you got me and this hot seat/
You motherfuckers wanna judge me cuz 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 cuz the 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/

This kinda music/
Use it and you get in to do shit/
Whenever you hear some shit/
And you can't refuse this/
Just some shit/
For these kids to trash their 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 acting stupid/

IT'S FIGHT MUSIC!

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