Fight Music

Fight Music - D-12

This kind of music, use it,

and you get amped to do *************t

Whenever you hear some *************t

and you can't refuse it

It's just some *************t,

for these kids,

to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever

they asked to do *************t

The type of *************t that you don't

have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new *************t

The type of *************t 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

smelling like Boone's Farm

hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms

Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms

Conniving Kon, Artis with a bomb

Strapped to my stomach screaming,

"Let's get it on!"

A lush that love to drink,

drunk driving 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 slitting 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 ************* and I didn't cum （oh）

Smacked this whore for talking crap （*************）

So what if she's handicapped,

the ************* said Bizarre couldn't rap

I ******g 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

eating a hot dog reading the Holy Qu'ran,

while I'm on the john

Tired of wearing 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

************* your love songs

This kind of music, use it,

and you get amped to do *************t

Whenever you hear some *************t

and you can't refuse it

It's just some *************t,

for these kids,

to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever

they asked to do *************t

The type of *************t that you don't

have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new *************t

The type of *************t 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 king-dom 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 running out this

******g club in your drawers

We loving the broads,

there's nothing to applaud

But ************* it it's all good,

the hood is up in The Source

It's fight music

I'm a ************* that loves scuffles

And won't hesitate to sock

you again for swollen knuckles

I'm like that, catch a ************* like bear traps

Blow his head back right in front of

the precinct saying, "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 talking

Came back and ****** up his pallbearers

and made 'em drop his coffin

It's fight music!

These beads I'm swinging is stinging 'em

See all these *************z?

When I step in the club,

I'm bringing 'em

If any ************* looking 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 hooking,

right when your wife's looking

************* fight music,

************* this is losing 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 *************t but don't say *************t

You Liberace's, Versace's,

and you nazis

Watch me, cause you thinking

you got me in this hot seat

You mother******s 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 *************t

Whenever you hear some *************t

and you can't refuse it

It's just some *************t,

for these kids,

to trash they rooms with

Just refuse whenever

they asked to do *************t

The type of *************t that you don't

have to ask who produced it

You just know that's the new *************t

The type of *************t that

causes mass confusion

and drastic movement of

people actin stupid

It's fight music!