D-12 - Fight Music lyrics

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do sh** Whenever you hear some sh** and you can't refuse it It's just some sh**, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do sh** The type of sh** that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new sh** The type of sh** that causes ma** confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid 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 lush 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 s**ed my dick and I didn't come (oh) Smacked this who*e for talkin crap (b**h) So what if she's handicapped, the b**h said Bizarre couldn't rap I f**in 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 f** your love songs This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do sh** Whenever you hear some sh** and you can't refuse it It's just some sh**, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do sh** The type of sh** that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new sh** The type of sh** that causes ma** 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 [click-clack] The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this f**in club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But f** it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music I'm a n***a that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a n***a like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "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 talkin Came back and f**ed up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these n***az? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any n***a lookin 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 hookin, right when your wife's lookin f** fight music, b**h this is losin your life music! If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the gla** from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same sh** but don't say sh** You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherf**ers want to 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 sh** Whenever you hear some sh** and you can't refuse it It's just some sh**, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do sh** The type of sh** that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new sh** The type of sh** that causes ma** confusion And drastic movement of people actin stupid It's fight music!