歌詞

Fight Music

D12

作詞
VON CARLISLE/SHAUN HOLTON/RUFUS JOHNSON/MARSHALL MATHERS/ONDRE MOORE/DENAUN PORTER
作曲
MICHAEL ELIZONDO/ANDRE YOUNG

This kinda music, use it and you get head to do shit

Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it

It's just some shit for these kids to trash their rooms with

Just refuse whenever they're asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't have to ask who prodeced it

You just know that's the new shit

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And drastic movement and people actin' stupid


I come to every club with intention to do harm

With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boon's Farm

Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms

Paranoid that he'd steal from his own mom

Kuniva, Kon Artis with a bomb strapped to my stomach

Scream, let's get it on

Unless that love to drank, drunk drive in a tank

Rollin' over a bank. Cops see me faint

It's drastic I'm passed my limit of coke

I think I upped my high by slittin' your throat

Push your baby carriage into the street

Til it's minced meat, your man's been beat

The minute I step foot in the street

This is fight music


You know why my hands is so numb? No

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

Smack this whore for takin' crap. Bitch

So what if she's handicapped?

The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap

I fuckin' hate you. I'll take your draws down and rape you

While Dr.Dre video tapes you. Hell yeah

Satan got me on this song


Eatin' a hot dog, readin' the hold Koran, while I'm on the john

I'm tired of wearin' this yellow thong

Take it back Sisqo, you know there it belongs

Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm

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

Fuck them love songs.


Chorus


Scream who you gonna bring on or you don't swing on

I'm king kong. Guns low you to king dom come

Show you a machine gun, from 16, you 16, it's one pump

Sluggin' my paws shove it in you jaws

Have you runnin out this funkin' club in your draws

We lovin' the brawls 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 with swollen knuckles

I'm like that. Catch a nigga like bear traps

Blow his head back right in front of the precinct

I'll slap ya free bump ya and won't speak

If you step on my feet you'll 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 been I'm swinging' and stingin' em

See all these niggas when I step in the club I'm bringin' em

And any nigga lookin too hard we Rodney Kingin' em

Balance green on him and gasolinin' him with premium

Light a cigarette, flick it at him and spit it at him

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


Findin' cat's in a rage with 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 Liberachi's, Versace's and you Nazi's

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

You mother fuckas wanna judge me cause you 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 fail to raise'em cause they're lazy

So grow to praise me. I'm makin' em go crazy

That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me

And you fugazey if you think I'm gonna admit wrong

I cripple any hypocrit critic I'm sicked on

And this song is for any kid who gets picked on

A sick song to retaliate to in this car.


Chorus

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