FightMusic

Fight Music - D12

This kind of music use it

And you get amped to do sh*t

Whenever you hear some sh*t

And you can't refuse it

It's just some sh*t

For these kids

To trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever

They asked to do sh*t

The type of sh*t that you don't

Have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new sh*t

The type of sh*t 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

Smelling like Boone's Farm

Hiding under tables

As soon as I hear alarms

Paranoid thief that'll steal

From his own moms

Conniving Kon

Artis with a bomb

Strapped to my stomach screaming

"Let's get it on "

A lush that love to drink

Drunk driving 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 slitting 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 dick and I didn't cum (oh)

Smacked this whore for talking crap (b**ch)

So what if she's handicapped

The b**ch said Bizarre couldn't rap

I f**king hate you;

I'll take your drawers down and R**e you

While Dr Dre videotapes you (hell yeah )

Satan done got me on this song

Eating a hot dog reading the Holy Qu'ran

While I'm on the john

Tired of wearing 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