Fight Music

Yo

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do sx1t

Whenever you hear some sx1t and you can't refuse it

It's just some sx1t for these kids to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever they asked to do sx1t

The type of sx1t that you don't have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new sx1t

The type of sx1t 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 smellin' like Boone's Farm

Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms

Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own mom

Kunivin' Kon Artis with a bomb

Strapped to my stomach, screamin', "Let's get it on!"

A lush that love to drink, drunk-drivin' 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 slittin' 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 d1xk and I didn't cum

(Oh) Smacked this whore for talkin' crap

So what if she's handicapped?

The b1xch said Bizarre couldn't rap

I fvxkin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and rap3 you

While Dr. Dre videotapes you (Hell yeah!)

Satan done got me on this song, eatin' a hot dog

Readin' the Holy Qur'an 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'll put it in your palm

Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms

Fvxk the love songs!

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do sx1t

Whenever you hear some sx1t and you can't refuse it

It's just some sx1t for these kids to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever they asked to do sx1t

The type of sx1t that you don't have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new sx1t

The type of sx1t 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 kingdom-come

Show you machine gun funk

Sixteen M16's, one pump

The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws

Have you runnin' out this fvxkin' club in your drawers

We lovin' the brawls, there's nothin' to applaud

But fvxk it, it's all good

The hood is up in us all, it's fight music

I'm a n1gga that loves scuffles

And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles

I'm like that, catch a n1gga like bear traps

Blow his head back

Right in front of the precinct (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 talkin'

Came back and fvxked up his pallbearers

And made them drop his coffin, it's fight music

These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' them

See all these n1ggas?

When I step in the club I'm bringin' them

If any n1gga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King'n them

Malice Greening them

And gasolinin' them 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-hookin', right when your wife's lookin'

Fvxk fight music, b1xch, this is losing-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 faces of you racists

And hypocrites who think the same sx1t but don't say sx1t

You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Naz1s

Watch me, 'cause you figured you got me in this hot seat

You motherfvxkers 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're lazy

To grow to praise me, I'm makin' them 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 sicked 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 sx1t

Whenever you hear some sx1t and you can't refuse it

It's just some sx1t for these kids to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever they asked to do sx1t

The type of sx1t that you don't have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new sx1t

The type of sx1t that causes mass-confusion and drastic movement of people actin' stupid

It's fight music