This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do sh**
Whenever you hear some sh** and you can't refuse it
It's just some sh**, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do sh**
The type of sh** that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new sh**
The type of sh** that causes ma** 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 moms
Connivin 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 s**ed my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Smacked this who*e for talkin crap (b**h)
So what if she's handicapped, the b**h said Bizarre couldn't rap
I f**in hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
f** your love songs
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do sh**
Whenever you hear some sh** and you can't refuse it
It's just some sh**, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do sh**
The type of sh** that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new sh**
The type of sh** that causes ma** 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 snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this f**in club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
But f** it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music
I'm a n***a that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a n***a like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "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 f**ed up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music!
These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
See all these n***az? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
If any n***a lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em 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
f** fight music, b**h this is losin your life music!
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the gla** from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same sh** but don't say sh**
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You motherf**ers 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 new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me I'm makin 'em 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 sic'd 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 sh**
Whenever you hear some sh** and you can't refuse it
It's just some sh**, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do sh**
The type of sh** that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new sh**
The type of sh** that causes ma** confusion
And drastic movement of people actin stupid
It's fight music!