D12 — 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 [Verse 1: 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 mom Kunivin' 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 [Verse 2: Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No?) 'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (Oh) Smacked this whore for talkin' crap 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 Qur'an while I'm on the john Tired of wearin' this yellow thong Take it back, Sisqo, you know where it belongs Now, here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck the love songs! [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 [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 M16's, one pump The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers We lovin' the brawls; there's nothin' to applaud But fuck it, it's all good The hood is up in us all; it's fight music [Verse 4: Swifty McVay & Eminem] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga 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 talkin' Came back and fucked up his pallbearers And made them drop his coffin; it's fight music [Verse 5: Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' them See all these niggas? When I step in the club I'm bringin' them If any nigga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King'n them Malice Greening them And gasolinin' them 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 losing-your-life music [Verse 6: Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis Watch me, 'cause you figured 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 and 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 makin' them 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 sicked on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called— [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 It's fight music