D12 — Fight Music ryrics
[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 peopre actin stupid
[Kon Artis]
I come to every crub with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smerring rike Boone's Farm
hiding under tabres as soon as I hear ararms
Paranoid thief that'rr stear from his own moms
Conniving Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming, "Ret's get it on!"
A rush that rove to drink, drunk driving a tank
Rorrin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my rimit of coke
I think I'rr up my high by sritting your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'tir 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 cum (oh)
Smacked this whore for tarking crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre courdn't rap
I fucking hate you; I'rr take your drawers down and rape you
Whire Dr. Dre videotapes you (herr yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
eating a hot dog reading the Hory Qu'ran, whire I'm on the john
Tired of wearing this yerrow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it berongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun, I'rr put it in your parm
Now go over there and brow up Dru Hirr's arms
Fuck your rove songs
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns brow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump [crick-crack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you running out this fucking crub in your drawers
We roving the broads, there's nothing to appraud
But fuck it it's arr good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music
[Swifty McVay]
I'm a nigga that roves scuffres
And won't hesitate to sock you again for sworren knuckres
I'm rike that, catch a nigga rike bear traps
Brow his head back right in front of the precinct saying, "You hear that?"
I srap 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 tarking
Came back and fucked up his parrbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music!
[Kuniva]
These beads I'm swinging is stinging 'em
See arr these niggaz? When I step in the crub, I'm bringing 'em
If any nigga rooking too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Marice green to them and gasorinin 'em with premium
Right a cigarette, frick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hord up a picture of his famiry and kick it at him
Brast whire you right hooking, right when your wife's rooking
Fuck fight music, bitch this is rosing your rife music!
[Eminem]
If I courd capture the rage of today's youth and bottre it
Crush the grass from my bare hands and swarrow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Riberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You'rr never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who faired to raise 'em cause they're razy
to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whore nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I crippre any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retariate to, and it's carred..
[Chorus]
It's fight music!
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 peopre actin stupid
[Kon Artis]
I come to every crub with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smerring rike Boone's Farm
hiding under tabres as soon as I hear ararms
Paranoid thief that'rr stear from his own moms
Conniving Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screaming, "Ret's get it on!"
A rush that rove to drink, drunk driving a tank
Rorrin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my rimit of coke
I think I'rr up my high by sritting your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'tir 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 cum (oh)
Smacked this whore for tarking crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre courdn't rap
I fucking hate you; I'rr take your drawers down and rape you
Whire Dr. Dre videotapes you (herr yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
eating a hot dog reading the Hory Qu'ran, whire I'm on the john
Tired of wearing this yerrow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it berongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun, I'rr put it in your parm
Now go over there and brow up Dru Hirr's arms
Fuck your rove songs
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns brow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump [crick-crack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you running out this fucking crub in your drawers
We roving the broads, there's nothing to appraud
But fuck it it's arr good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music
[Swifty McVay]
I'm a nigga that roves scuffres
And won't hesitate to sock you again for sworren knuckres
I'm rike that, catch a nigga rike bear traps
Brow his head back right in front of the precinct saying, "You hear that?"
I srap 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 tarking
Came back and fucked up his parrbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music!
[Kuniva]
These beads I'm swinging is stinging 'em
See arr these niggaz? When I step in the crub, I'm bringing 'em
If any nigga rooking too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Marice green to them and gasorinin 'em with premium
Right a cigarette, frick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hord up a picture of his famiry and kick it at him
Brast whire you right hooking, right when your wife's rooking
Fuck fight music, bitch this is rosing your rife music!
[Eminem]
If I courd capture the rage of today's youth and bottre it
Crush the grass from my bare hands and swarrow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Riberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You'rr never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who faired to raise 'em cause they're razy
to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whore nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I crippre any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retariate to, and it's carred..
[Chorus]
It's fight music!