Fight Music – D12 – letras

[Chorus: Eminem]This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shitWhenever you hear some shit and you can’t refuse itIt’s just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms withJust refuse whenever they asked to do shitThe type of shit that you don’t have to ask who produced itYou just know – that’s the new shitThe type of shit that causes mass confusionand drastic movement of people actin stupid[Kon Artist]I come to every club with intention to do harmWith a prosthetic armAnd smelling like Boone FarmHiding under tables as soon as I hear alarmsParanoid thief that’ll steal from his own momKuniving KonArtis with a bombStrapped to my stomach screamin' »Let’s get it on! »A lust that love the drankDrunk driving a tankRolling over a bankCops see me and faintIt’s drasticI’m passed my limit of cokeI think I’ll up my high by slitting your throatPush a baby carriage into the streetTill it’s minced meatYour men’s been beatThe minute I step foot on your streetThis is fight music![Bizarre]You know why my hands are so numb? (No)Cuz my grandmother sucked my dickAnd 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 youI’ll take your drawers down and rape youWhile Dr. Dre videotapes you (Hell yeah!)Satan done got me on this songEatin a hotdog readin the Holy Qu’ranWhile I’m on the johnTired of wearin this yellow thongTake it back SisqoYou know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)Now here’s a gunI’ll put it in your palm (baw)Now go over there and blow off Dru Hill’s armsFuck your love songs[Chorus][Proof]Just bring who you gon bring onWho you gon swing on?I’m King KongGuns blow you to king-dom comeShow you machine gun funkSixteen M-16’sAnd one pump (click clack)Snubbing my pawShove it in your jawsHave you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawersWe lovin the brawls, it’s nothin to applaudBut fuck it it’s all goodThe hood is up in The SourceIt’s fight music[Swifty]I’m a nigga that love scufflesAnd won’t hesitate to sock you again with swollen knucklesI’m like thatCatch a nigga like bear trapsBlow his head back right in front of the preistSayin « Ya here that? »I slap your freakBump you and won’t speakIf you step on my feetYou get drowned in your own drinkI suffocated my shrink just for talkinCame back and fucked up his pall bearersAnd made them drop his coffinIt’s fight music![Kuniva]These beads I’m swingin is stingin emSee all these niggaz?When I step in the club I’m bringin emAnd any nigga lookin too hardWe Rodney King’n emMalice Green to themAnd gasoline’n em with premiumLight a cigarette flick it at em or spit it at emHold up a picture of his family and kick it at himBlast while you right hookinRight when your wife’s lookinFuck fight music bitchThis is losin your life music[Eminem]If I could capture the rageOf today’s youth and bottle itCrush the glass with my bare hands and swallow itAnd spit it back in the faces of you racistsAnd hypocrites who think the same shit but don’t say shitYou Liberaces, Versaces and you Nazi’s watch meCuz you think you got me in this hot seatYou motherfuckers wanna judge me cuz you’re not meYou’ll never stop meI’m top speed and you pop meI came to save these new generations of babiesFrom parents who failed to raise them cuz they’re lazySo grow to praise me, I’m makin em go crazyThat’s how I got this whole nation to embrace meAnd you fugazy if you think I’m a admit wrongI’ll cripple any hypocritic critic I’m sicked onAnd this song is for any kid who get’s picked onA sick song to retaliate to and it’s calledChorusTHIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!