Fight Music
[Chorus: Eminem]This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shitWhenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse itIt's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms withJust refuse whenever they asked to do shitThe type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced itYou just know - that's 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 Boone's FarmHidin under tables as soon as I hear alarmsParanoid thief that'll steal from his own momsConnivin Kon, Artis with a bombStrapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tankRollin over a bank, cops see me and faintIt's drastic, I'm past my limit of cokeI think I'll up my high by slittin your throatPush your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's 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 didn't cum (oh)Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch)So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rapI fuckin hate you; I'll 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 Qu'ran, while I'm on the johnTired of wearin this yellow thongTake it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palmNow go over there and blow up Dru Hill's armsFuck your love songs
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[Proof]Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom comeShow you machine gun funkSixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]The snub in my paw, shove it in your jawHave you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawersWe lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaudBut fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in us allIt's fight music
[Swifty McVay]I'm a nigga that loves scufflesAnd won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knucklesI'm like that, catch a nigga like bear trapsBlow his head back right in front of the precinct sayin, "You hear that?"I slap your freak, bump you and won't speakIf you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drinkI suffocated my shrink just for talkinCame back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffinIt's fight music!
[Kuniva]These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'emSee all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'emIf any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n '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 wife's lookinFuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music!
[Eminem]If I could capture the rage of today's 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 don't say shitYou Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazisWatch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seatYou motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT meYou'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP meI came to save these new generations of babiesfrom parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazyto grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazyThat's how I got this whole nation to embrace meAnd you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrongI cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd onAnd this song is for any kid who gets picked onA sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..
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It's fight music!