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 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!

Bizarre 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

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Proof 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 fuckin club in your drawers We
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Source It's fight music

Swifty McVay 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
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 fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop
his coffin It's fight music!

Kuniva 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!

Eminem 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..

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It's fight music!