Fight Music

[Chorus: Eminem] This kinda music Use it and you get in to do shit Whenever you hear some shit And you can't refuse this Just some shit For these kids to trash their 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 ma*s confusion And drastic movement of people acting stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm And smelling like boon's farm (?) Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid Dee Dee Dees to steal from his own mom Kuniving Kon Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screaming "Let's get it on" A lust that love the drank Drunk driving a tank Rolling over a bank Cops see my and faint It's drastic And I'm pa*sed 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 mens been beat The minute I step foot on your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) 'cause my grandmother s*cked my d**k 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