D-12 - Fight Music (Radio Edit) lyrics

rate me

Chorus: (Eminem)

This kinda music, use it and you get amped to do this

Whenever you hear something and you can't refuse it

It's just some hit for these kids to trash their rooms with

Just refuse whenever they asked to do {shit}

The type of hit that you don't have to ask who produced it

You just know - that's the new {shit}

The type of hit that causes mass confusion

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

Kon Artis:

I come to every club with intention to do harm

With a prosthetic arm

And smelling like Boone Farm

Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms

Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own mom

Kuniving Kon

Artis with a bomb

Strapped to my stomach screamin'

"Let's get it on!"

A lust that love the drank

Drunk driving a tank

Rolling over a bank

Cops see me and faint

It's drastic

I'm passed my limit fo sho

I want you ?? the minute I woke

Push your sulfur carts (?) into the street

Till it's minced meat

Your men's been beat

The minute I step foot on your street

This is fight music!

Bizarre:

You know why my hands are so numb? (No)

My grandmother {sucked my dick}

And I didn't {cum} (Oh)

Loosers, let me talking crap

So what if she's {handicapped} (What?)

The chick said Bizarre couldn't rap (haha)

I freakin' hate you

I loved you, I wannna date you

While Dr. Dre videotapes you (Hell yeah!)

Satan done got me on this song

Eatin a hotdog 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 (baw)

Now go over there and blow off Dru Hill's arms

{Fuck} them love songs

Chorus

Video Interlude:

You looking good, Dirty Dozen. All the way back to coma.

You hear me baby? Good, real good

Proof:

Just bring who you gon bring on

Who you gon swing on?

I'm King Kong

Kings blow you to king-dom come

King of this range punk, duck

Sixteen for just swing

And one Bugz (click clack)

Snubbing my paw

Shove it in your jaws

Have you runnin outta here in nothing but your drawers

We lovin the brawls, it's nothin to applaud

But pumpin' it it's all good

The hood is up in The Source

It's fight music

Swifty:

I'm a villain that love scuffles

And won't hesitate to box you again with swollen knuckles

I'm like that

Catch a hater like bear traps

Blow his head back right in front of the rebel ring (Get Out!)

I slap your freak

Bump you and won't speak

If you step on my feet

You get drinked in your own drink

I eliminated my shrink just for talkin

Came back and whopped up his pall bearers

And made them drop his coffin

It's fight music!

Kuniva:

These beads I'm swingin is stingin em

See all these people?

When I step in the club I'm bringin em

Anybody lookin too hard

We double taining 'em

Bits creaming 'em

From the very moment we seein 'em

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

Turn fight music quick

Into losin your life music

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 Nazi's watch me

Cuz you think you got me in this hot seat

You {motherfuckers} wanna judge me cuz 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 cuz they're lazy

So grow to praise me, I'm makin em go crazy

That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me

And you fugazy if you think I'm a admit wrong

I'll cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on

And this song is for any kid who get's picked on

A sick song to retaliate to and it's called

Chorus