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    Fight Music

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Chorus: Eminem]
    This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
    Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
    It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
    Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
    The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
    You just know - that's the new shit
    The type of shit that causes mass confusion
    and drastic movement of people actin stupid
    [Kon Artist]
    I come to every club with intention to do wrong
    With a prosthetic arm
    And smelling like Boone's Farm
    Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
    Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
    Kunivin Kon
    Artis with a bomb
    Strapped to my stomach screamin'
    "Let's get it on!"
    A lust that love the drank
    Drunk driving a tank
    Rolling over a bank
    Cops see me and faint
    It's drastic
    I'm passed my limit of coke
    I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat
    Push a baby carriage into the street
    Till it's minced meat
    Your men's been beat
    The minute I step foot on your street
    This is fight music!
    [Bizarre]
    You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
    Asked my grandmother to suck my dick
    And I didn't cum (Oh)
    Smacked this whore for talking crap (Bitch)
    So what if she's handicapped (What?)
    The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap (haha)
    I fuckin 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 hotdog 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 (baw)
    Now go over there and blow off Dru Hill's arms
    Fuck your love songs
    [Chorus: Eminem]
    This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
    Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
    It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
    Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
    The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
    You just know - that's the new shit
    The type of shit that causes mass confusion
    and drastic movement of people actin stupid
    [Proof]
    Just bring who you gon bring on
    Who you gon swing on?
    I'm King Kong
    Guns blow you to king-dom come
    Machine gun funk
    Sixteen M-16's
    One pump (click clack)
    Snub in my palm
    Shove it in your jaws
    Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawls
    We lovin the brawls, it's nothin to applaud
    But fuck it it's all good
    The hood is up in this song
    It's fight music
    [Swifty]
    I'm a nigga that love 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 precient
    "Ya 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 fucked up his pall bearers
    And made them drop his coffin
    It's fight music!
    [Kuniva]
    These bees I'm swingin is stingin em
    See all these niggaz?
    When I step in the club I'm bringin em
    And any nigga lookin too hard
    We Rodney King'n em
    Malice Green to them
    And gasoline'n 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
    Fuck fight music bitch
    This is losin your life music
    [Eminem]
    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 shit but don't say shit
    You Liberachys, Versaces and you Nazi's watch me
    Because you think you've got me in this hot seat
    You motherfuckers wanna judge me cuz 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 cuz they're lazy
    So they grow to praise me, cuz I'm makin em go crazy
    That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
    And you fugazy if you think I'm a admit wrong
    I'll cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on
    And this song is for any kid who get's picked on
    A sick song to retaliate to and it's called
    [Chorus: Eminem]
    This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
    Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
    It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
    Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
    The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
    You just know - that's the new shit
    The type of shit that causes mass confusion
    and drastic movement of people actin stupid
    THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!
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