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 Artist]

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 of coke

I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat

Push a 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 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's handicapped (What?)

The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap (haha)

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 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 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)

Snubbing my paw

Shove it in your jaws

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 The Source

It's fight music



[Swifty]

I'm a nigga that love scuffles

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

I'm like that

Catch a nigga like bear traps

Blow his head back right in front of the preist

Sayin "Ya here 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 pall bearers

And made them 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

And any nigga lookin too hard

We Rodney King'n em

Malice Green to them

And gasoline'n 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 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



THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC