This kind of music, use it, and you get had to do this *** Whenever you hear some *** and you can't refuse it It's just some *** for these kids to trash their rooms with Just refuse whenever they ask to do *** The type of *** that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know, that's the new *** The type of *** that causes mass confusion And drastic movement and people acting stupid I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smelling like Goon Farm Hiding in the tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid, deep to the still from his own mom Cannibal gone, artist with a bomb Strapped to my stomach, scream A lust at love to drink, drunk driving a tank Rolling over a bank, cops see me to faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I up my hop, I slit in your throat Put your baby carriage into the street Till it's miss me, you miss Ben B The minute I step on your street This is fight music You know why my hands are so numb? My grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum Smacked this *** for talking *** So what if she's handicapped? The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I *** hate you Take your drawers down and rape me While Dr. Dre videotapes you Satan ain't got me on this song Eating a hot dog, reading the holy Quran While I'm on the john Tired of wearing a gentle thong Take it back Cisco, you know where it belongs Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm I'll go over there and blow off two of Neil's arms *** love songs This kind of music, use it and you get had to do *** Whenever you hear some *** and you can't refuse it It's just some *** for these kids to trash their rooms with Just refuse whenever they ask to do *** That type of *** that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know, that's the new *** That type of *** that causes mass confusion And drastic proof when the people actin' stupid Dr. Dre, 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 of sixteens, one, two Snubbing my paws, shoving in your jaws How you running out this *** club in your drawers? We loving the brawls, it's nothing to applaud But *** it, it's all good, the hood is up in the sauce Fight music I'm a nigga that loves 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 Yeah! I'll slap you free, boom, you won't speak If you scuffle my feet, you'll get drunk on your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talking Came back and ***ed up his paw bears And made him drop his carpets Fight music These bees, I'm swinging and stinging them See all these niggas, when I step in the club, I'm bringing them If any nigga looking too hard, we rotting and kinging him Malice greening him and gasolineing him with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at him, I spit it at him Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right-hooking, right where your wife's looking *** fight music, bitch, this is losing your life music Sonic hats are the rage of today's youth and bodily Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in their faces That you racist and hypocrites Who think the same *** but don't say *** You Liberacis, Versacis, and you Nazis Watch me cause you think that you got me in this hot seat You mother***ers 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 For parents who failed to raise them cause they're lazy To grow to praise me, I'm making them go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you forgaze me 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 safe song to retaliate to a nitpick This kind of music, use it and you get had to do *** Whenever you hear some *** and you can't refuse it It's just some *** for these kids to dress their rooms with Just refuse whenever they ask to do *** The type of *** that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know, that's the new *** The type of *** that causes mass confusion The drastic movement of people acting stupid It's fight music