D12 Lyrics

Album: Devils Night

Fight Music Lyrics

[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!