[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