This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit Whenever you some shit and you can't refuse it It's just shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just whenever they asked to do shit
The of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new The type of shit that mass confusion And movement of people actin' stupid
I come to every club intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and like Boone's Farm Hidin' under tables as soon as I alarms Paranoid thief steal from his own moms
Connivin' Kon, with a bomb to my stomach screamin', "Let's get it on" A lush that love to drink, drunk a tank over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin' throat Push your baby carriage into the street 'til mince meat Your mens beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight
You why my hands are so numb? No 'Cause my grandmother sucked my and I didn't come, oh this whore for talkin' crap, bitch So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said couldn't rap
I fuckin' you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you Dr. Dre videotapes you, hell yeah Satan done got me on this Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy Quran while I'm on the
Tired of this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, your love songs
This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't it It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with Just whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new The of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin'
Just bring who you bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns you to kingdom come you machine gun funk Sixteen and one pump, click-clack
The in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your We the broads, there's nothin' to applaud But fuck it all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight music
I'm a nigga loves scuffles And hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear Blow his head back in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"
I your freak, bump you and won't speak If you on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I my shrink just for talkin', came back and fucked up His and made 'em drop his coffin, it's fight music
These I'm swingin' is stingin' 'em See all these When I step in the club, I'm bringin' 'em If any nigga lookin' too hard, we King 'n 'em green to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or it at 'em Hold up a picture of his and kick it at him Blast while you hookin', right when your wife's lookin' Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' your life
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and it Crush the glass from my hands and swallow it Then it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's and you me 'cause you thinkin' you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me you're not me You'll never stop me, I'm top as you pop me
I to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause lazy To grow to praise me, I'm makin' 'em go That's how I got this nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who picked on A sick song to to and it's called
kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some and you can't refuse it It's some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do
The type of shit that you don't to ask who produced it You know that's the new shit The type of that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people stupid, it's fight music