Fight Music Lyrics

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 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!