[vVolf]

Well said... Dont diss Butters, he is funny. biggrin:

Here is some lyrics outta the 'Fight music' song:

[Kon Artist]
I come to every club with the intend to do harm
with a prosthetic arm, and smelling like Boone Farm
hiding under tables as soon as i hear alarms
paranoid thief it to steal from your own mom
Kuniving Kon, artis with a bomb
strapped tomy stomach screaming.. "let's get it on"
a lust that love the drank, drunk driving a tank
rolling over a bank, caps see my and faint, it's drastic
and i'm passed my limit of coke,
i think i'll up my high by slitting your throat
pusha baby carriage into the street, till it's minced meat
your men's been beat, the minute i step foot on your street
this is fight music!