D12 - Fight Music Lyrics
[chorus: eminem]This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shitWhenever you hear some shit and you cant refuse itIts just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms withJust refuse whenever they asked to do shitThe type of shit that you dont have to ask who produced itYou just know - thats the new shitThe type of shit that causes mass confusionAnd drastic movement of people actin stupid[kon artis]I come to every club with intention to do harmWith a prosthetic arm and smellin like boones farmHidin under tables as soon as I hear alarmsParanoid thief thatll steal from his own momsConnivin kon, artis with a bombStrapped to my stomach screamin, lets get it on!A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tankRollin over a bank, cops see me and faintIts drastic, Im past my limit of cokeI think Ill up my high by slittin your throatPush your baby carriage into the street, til its mince meatYour mens been beat the minute I step onto your streetThis is fight music![bizarre]You know why my hands are so numb? (no)Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didnt come (oh)Smacked this whore for talkin crap (*****)So what if shes handicapped, the ***** said bizarre couldnt rapI *****in hate you; Ill take your drawers down and rape youWhile dr. dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)Satan done got me on this songEatin a hot dog readin the holy quran, while Im on the johnTired of wearin this yellow thongTake it back sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)Now heres a gun, Ill put it in your palmNow go over there and blow up dru hills arms***** your love songs[chorus][proof]Just bring who you gon bring on, who you gon swing on?Im king kong, guns blow you to king-dom comeShow you machine gun funkSixteen m-16s and one pump [click-clack]The snub in my paw, shove it in your jawHave you runnin out this *****in club in your drawersWe lovin the broads, theres nothin to applaudBut ***** it its all good, the hood is up in the sourceIts fight music[swifty mcvay]Im a nigga that loves scufflesAnd wont hesitate to sock you again for swollen knucklesIm like that, catch a nigga like bear trapsBlow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, you hear that?I slap your freak, bump you and wont speakIf you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drinkI suffocated my shrink just for talkinCame back and *****ed up his pallbearers and made em drop his coffinIts fight music![kuniva]These beads Im swingin is stingin emSee all these niggaz? when I step in the club, Im bringin emIf any nigga lookin too hard, we rodney kingn emMalice green to them and gasolinin em with premiumLight a cigarette, flick it at em or spit it at emHold up a picture of his family and kick it at himBlast while you right hookin, right when your wifes lookin***** fight music, ***** this is losin your life music![eminem]If I could capture the rage of todays youth and bottle itCrush the glass from my bare hands and swallow itThen spit it back in the faces of you racistsAnd hypocrites who think the same shit but dont say shitYou liberaces, versaces, and you nazisWatch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seatYou mother*****ers wanna judge me cause youre not meYoull never stop me, Im top speed as you pop meI came to save these new generations of babiesFrom parents who failed to raise em cause theyre lazyTo grow to praise me Im makin em go crazyThats how I got this whole nation to embrace meAnd you fugazi if you think ima admit wrongI cripple any hypocritic critic Im sicd onAnd this song is for any kid who gets picked onA sick song to retaliate to, and its called..[chorus]Its fight music!
