D12 - Fight Music lyrics
[D12 - Fight Music lyrics]
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
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 mom
Kunivin' 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 sucked my dick
And I didn't cum
(Oh) Smacked this whore for talkin' crap
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 Qur'an while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back, Sisqo
You know where it belongs
Now, here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck the 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 kingdom-come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen M16's, one pump
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws
Have you runnin' out this fuckin'
Club in your drawers
We lovin' the brawls there'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 loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you
Again with swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back
Right in front of the precinct
(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 them drop his
Coffin it's fight music
These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' them
See all these niggas?
When I step in the club I'm bringin' them
If any nigga lookin' too hard
We Rodney King'n them malice Greening them
And gasolinin' them 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 losing 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 faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same
Shit but don't say shit
You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis
Watch me, 'cause you figured 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 and you pop me
I came to save these
New generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise
Them 'cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me
I'm makin' them 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 sicked 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
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
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 mom
Kunivin' 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 sucked my dick
And I didn't cum
(Oh) Smacked this whore for talkin' crap
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 Qur'an while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back, Sisqo
You know where it belongs
Now, here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck the 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 kingdom-come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen M16's, one pump
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws
Have you runnin' out this fuckin'
Club in your drawers
We lovin' the brawls there'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 loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you
Again with swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back
Right in front of the precinct
(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 them drop his
Coffin it's fight music
These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' them
See all these niggas?
When I step in the club I'm bringin' them
If any nigga lookin' too hard
We Rodney King'n them malice Greening them
And gasolinin' them 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 losing 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 faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same
Shit but don't say shit
You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis
Watch me, 'cause you figured 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 and you pop me
I came to save these
New generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise
Them 'cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me
I'm makin' them 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 sicked 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