Fight Music Lyrics - Eminem

Yo, 

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 

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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! 

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You know why my hands are so numb? (No) 

Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (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 

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 

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 

The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw 

Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers 

We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud 

But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source 

It's fight music 

I'm a nigga that loves scuffles 

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

I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps 

Blow his head back right in front of the precint 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 fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin 

It's fight music! 

These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em 

See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em 

If any nigga 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 

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 from my bare hands and swallow it 

Then spit it back in the faces of you racists 

and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit 

You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis 

Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat 

You motherfuckers wanna 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 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 

It's fight music!