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Chorus: Eminem:
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Chorus: Eminem: This kind of music, use it, And you get amped to do [bad word] Whenever you hear some [bad word] And you can't refuse it It's just some [bad word] For these kids, To trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever They asked To do [bad word] The type of [bad word] that you don't have To ask who produced it You just know - that's the new [bad word] The type of [bad word] That causes mass confusion And drastic movement Of people Actin stupid Kon Artis: 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!" lush that love to drink, Вrunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, Сops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high Иy 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! Bizarre: You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my [bad word] And I didn't come (oh) Smacked this [bad word] For talkin [bad word] [bad word] So what if she's handicapped, The [bad word] said Bizarre couldn't rap I [bad word] 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 [bad word] your love songs Chorus: Proof: 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 [bad word] club in your drawers We lovin the broads, There's nothin to applaud But [bad word] it it's all good, The hood is up in The Source It's fight music Swifty McVay: I'm a [bad word] that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock You again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a [bad word] 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 [bad word] up his pallbearers And made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! Kuniva: These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any [bad word] 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 [bad word] fight music, [bad word] this is Losin your life music! Eminem: If I could capture the rage Of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands And swallow it Then spit it back In the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think The same [bad word] but don't say [bad word] You Liberace's, Versace's, and you [bad word] Watch me, cause you thinkin You got me in this hot seat You [bad word] wanna 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
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