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D12

This kind of music, practice it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some damn and you ca n’t refuse it
It ‘s merely some damn, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of bullshit that you do n’t have to ask who produced it
You merely know – that ‘s the raw denounce
The type of crap that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin dazed

I come to every club with purpose to do harm
With a prosthetic sleeve and smellin like Boone ‘s Farm
Hidin under tables american samoa soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that ‘ll steal from his own moms
Connivin Kon, Artis with a fail
Strapped to my stomach screamin, “ Let ‘s get it on ! ”
A exuberant that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a trust, cops see me and faint
It ‘s drastic, I ‘m past my restrict 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 contend music !

You know why my hands are thus numb ? ( No )
Cause my grandma sucked my dick and I did n’t come ( oh )
Smacked this whore for talkin stool ( gripe )
so what if she ‘s handicapped, the cunt said Bizarre could n’t rap
I fuckin hate you ; I ‘ll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you ( hell yea ! )
Satan done got me on this birdcall
Eatin a hot pawl readin the Holy Qu’ran, while I ‘m on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow g-string
Take it spinal column Sisqo, you know where it belongs ( thong th-thong thong )
nowadays here ‘s a gun, I ‘ll put it in your palm
now go over there and blow up Dru Hill ‘s arms
Fuck your beloved songs

This kind of music, function it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you ca n’t refuse it
It ‘s precisely some crap, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of damn that you do n’t have to ask who produced it
You just know – that ‘s the new stool
The type of denounce 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 [ click-clack ]
The ignore in my paw, shove it in your chew
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there ‘s nothin to applaud
But fuck it it ‘s all good, the hood is up in The Source
It ‘s fight music

I ‘m a nigger that loves scuffles
And wo n’t hesitate to sock you again for swell knuckles
I ‘m like that, catch a nigger like bear traps
Blow his promontory second right in front of the priest sayin, “ You hear that ? ”
I slap your freak, demote you and wo n’t speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own swallow
I suffocated my shrink good for talkin
Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made ’em drop his coffin
It ‘s fight music !

These beads I ‘m swingin is stingin ’em
See all these niggaz ? When I step in the club, I ‘m bringin ’em
If any nigger lookin excessively hard, we Rodney King’n ’em
Malice k to them and gasolinin ’em with agio
Light a cigarette, flick it at ’em or spit it at ’em
Hold up a video of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife ‘s lookin
Fuck fight music, gripe this is losin your life music !

If I could capture the fury of today ‘s young person 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 asshole but do n’t say shit
You Liberace ‘s, Versace ‘s, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot buttocks
You motherfuckers want to 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 raw generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise ’em cause they ‘re lazy
To grow to praise me I ‘m tarawa ’em go brainsick
That ‘s how I got this solid 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 child who gets picked on
A ghastly song to retaliate to, and it ‘s called..

This kind of music, habit it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some bullshit and you ca n’t refuse it
It ‘s just some stool, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of crap that you do n’t have to ask who produced it
You precisely know – that ‘s the new shit
The type of crap that causes bulk confusion
And drastic bowel movement of people actin dazed

It ‘s fight music !

Written by YOUNG, ANDRE / MATHERS, MARSHALL / ELIZONDO, MICHAEL / MOORE, ONDRE / JOHNSON, RUFUS / CARLISLE, VON / PORTER, DENAUN / HOLTON, DESHAUN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC

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