Fight Music lyrics

Artist  : D-12 
Song : Fight Music



 Send "Fight Music" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[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 cum (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!