This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with Just refuse whenever they to do shit
The of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new The type of shit that mass confusion And drastic movement of actin' stupid
I come to every with intention to do harm With a arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear Paranoid thief steal from his own moms
Connivin' Kon, with a bomb Strapped to my screamin', "Let's get it on" A lush that to drink, drunk drivin' a tank Rollin' over a bank, cops see me and
drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my by slittin' your throat Push your baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince Your mens beat the minute I step onto your street is fight music
You why my hands are so numb? No 'Cause my sucked my dick and I didn't come, oh this whore for talkin' crap, bitch So what if she's handicapped, the bitch Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin' you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you Dr. Dre videotapes you, hell yeah Satan got me on this song Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy while I'm on the John
of wearin' this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your songs
This of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't it It's just shit for these kids to trash they rooms with refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new The type of shit that mass confusion And drastic movement of people stupid
bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom Show you gun funk Sixteen and one pump, click-clack
The in my paw, shove it in your jaw you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to But it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight music
I'm a nigga loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear Blow his head back in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, bump you and speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in own drink I suffocated my shrink for talkin', came back and fucked up His pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin, fight music
beads I'm swingin' is stingin' 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm 'em If any nigga lookin' too hard, we King 'n 'em green to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or it at 'em Hold up a of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin', right when wife's lookin' Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' your life
If I could the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you And hypocrites who think the shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, and you Nazis Watch me 'cause you you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna me 'cause you're not me never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me
I came to these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're To grow to praise me, I'm 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole to embrace me
And you fugazi if you I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm on And song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to and called
This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit you don't have to ask who produced it You know that's the new shit The type of shit that causes confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid, it's music