Fight Music - Lyrics - D12

Yo! [Hook: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do *** Whenever you hear some *** and you can't refuse it It's just some ***, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do *** The type of *** that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new *** The type of *** that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people acting stupid [Verse 1: Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smelling like Boone's Farm Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own mom Kuniving Kon, artist with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screaming, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk driving 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 slitting your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, till it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Verse 2: Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my *** and I didn't *** (oh) Smacked this *** for talking crap (***) So what if she's handicapped, the *** said Bizarre couldn't rap! I *** hate you; I'll take your drawers down and *** you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eating a hot dog reading the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearing 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 *** your love songs! [Hook] [Verse 3: Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws Have you running out this *** club in your drawers We loving the broads, there's nothing to applaud But *** it it's all good, the hood is up in us all It's fight music! [Verse 4: Swifty McVay] I'm a *** that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a *** like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the precinct (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 talking Came back and *** up his pallbearers and made them drop his coffin It's fight music! [Verse 5: Kuniva] These beads I'm swinging is stinging them See all these ***? When I step in the club, I'm bringing them If any *** looking too hard, we Rodney King'n them Malice green to them and gasolining them with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at them or spit it at them Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him (no!) Blast while you right hooking, right when your wife's looking *** fight music, ***, this is losing your life music! [Verse 6: Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it! And spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same *** but don't say ***! You Liberace's, Versace's, and you Nazis Watch me, cause you figured you got me in this hot seat! You *** 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 them cause they're lazy! To grow to praise me I'm making them go crazy! That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me! And you fugazi if you think I'mma admit wrong! I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm siced on! And this song is for any kid who gets picked on! A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called! [Hook] It's fight music!