D12 - Fight Music Lyrics

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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

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 con 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

You know why my hands are so numb?

(No)

'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum

(Oh)

You 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 Quran while I'm on the John

Tired of wearin' this yellow thong

Take it back Sisqo you know where it belongs

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

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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

Just bring who you gon' bring on who you gon' swing on

I'm King Kong guns blow you to kingdom come

Show you machine gun funk sixteen M-16's and one pump

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

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

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!

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

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

It's fight music

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