Fight Music lyrics

Rating: 4.12
Song Details
Album(s)Devils Night

[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!

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


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

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

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

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


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