Fight Music - D12

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 come (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!