Fight Music (OST Dark Angel) (исполнитель: D12)
[bad word] 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: [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] (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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Hill's arms [bad word] your love songs [bad word] Proof: Just bring who you gon' bring on, Who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, Guns blow you to [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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