D12 Fight music songtekst

Chorus : Eminem] This kinda music, use it and you get into do shit whenever you do some shit, and you can’t refuse it, just some shit for these kids to trash thier rooms with just refuse whenever they asked to do shit, the type pf shit that you don’t have to ask who produce it, you just know that’s the new shit, the type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people acting stupid [Kon Artist] I come to every club with the intend to do harm with a prosthetic arm, and smelling like Boone Farm hiding under tables as soon as i hear alarms paranoid thief it to steal from your own mom Kuniving Kon, artis with a bomb strapped tomy stomach screaming.. “let’s get it on” a lust that love the drank, drunk driving a tank rolling over a bank, caps see my and faint, it’s drastic and i’m passed my limit of coke, i think i’ll up my high by slitting your throat pusha baby carriage 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 wanna know why my hands are so numb?(no) cuz my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn’t cum (oh) smacked this whore for talking crap (bitch) so what if she handicapped (what?) the bitch said Bizarre couldn’t rap i fuckin’ hate you, i take your drawers down and rape you while Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah) Satan got me on this song, eatin a hotdog reading the Holy Korahn while i’m on the joan, tired of wearing this yellow thong take back Sisqo, you know where it belongs now heres a gun, i put in your palm (baw) now go over there and blow off Dru Hill’s arms fuck them love songs [chorus] [Proof] it’s ____, who you gon bring on? , who you gon swing on? i’m King Kong. i’ll blow you to Kingdom Come i’ll show you machine gun Fuck, Sixteen M16’s, one pump snupping my paw, shove it in your jaw have you runnin out this fuckin’ club in your drawers we lovin the brawls, it’s nothin to applaud but fuck it it’s all good, the hood is up in us all it’s fight music [Swifty] i’m a nigga that love scuffles and won’t hesitate to sock you again with sowllen knuckles i’m like that, catch a nigga like bear traps blow his head back high in front of the precinct (wa wa wa) i slap your freak, bumb you and won’t speak if you step on my foot, you got drowned in your own drink i suffocated my shrink just for talkin came back and fucked up his pall bearers and made them drop his coffin, it’s fight music [Kuniva] these beez i’m swingin’em and stingin’em see all thee niggaz when i step in the club?, i’m bringin’em and any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King-in em Malice Green-in em, and gasoline-in him with premium light a cigarette and flick it at him and spit it at him hold up a picture of his family and kicked it at him blast while you right lookin, right where 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 with my bare hands and swallow it and spit it back in the face of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don’t say shit you lLiberaces, Versaces and Nazi’s watch me cuz you figured you got me and this hot seat you mothafuckers 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 lazy so grow to praise me , i’m makin em go crazy that’s how i got the 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 thi song is for any kid who get’s picked on a sick song to retaliate to and it’s called

[chorus] IT’S FIGHT MUSIC!!