Fight Music


[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 Artis]

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 Kon, Artis with a bomb

Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"

A lust 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 come (oh)

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 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

Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms

Fuck your love songs



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*}

The snub in