D12 Lyrics
"Fight
Music"
[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind
of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit
and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they
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 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!"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank,
cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll
up my high by 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 dick and I didn't come (oh)
Smacked
this whore for talkin crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch
said Bizarre couldn't rap
I fuckin 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
Fuck 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 fuckin club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
But
fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music
[Swifty
McVay]
I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again
for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga 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 fucked
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 nigga 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
Fuck fight music, bitch
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 shit but don't say shit
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you
nazis
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers
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 who failed
to raise 'em cause they're lazy
to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's
how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma
admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is
for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..
[Chorus]
It's
fight music!
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