[Hook: Eminem]
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 acting stupid
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smelling like Boone's Farm
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own mom
Kuniving Kon Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach, screaming, "Let's get it on!"
A lush that love to drink, drunk driving a tank
Rolling 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 slitting your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street till it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music
[Verse 2: Bizarre]
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Cause my grandmother s**ed my dick and I didn't cum (Oh)
Smacked this who*e for talking crap
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
Eating a hot dog, reading the Holy Qu'ran while I'm on the john
Tired of wearing 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
f** your love songs
[Hook: Eminem]
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 acting stupid
[Verse 3: Proof]
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 M-16s; one pump
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws
Have you running out this f**ing club in your drawers
We lovin' the brawls; there's nothin' to applaud
But f** it, it's all good; the hood is up in us all. It's fight music
[Verse 4: Swifty McVay]
I'm a n***a that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a n***a 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 f**ed up his pallbearers, and made them drop his coffin. It's fight music
[Verse 5: Kuniva]
These beads I'm swinging is stinging them
See all these n***as? When I step in the club I'm bringing them
If any n***a looking too hard, we Rodney King'n them
Malice Green to them, and gasolining 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'
f** fight music, b**h: this is losing-your-life music
[Verse 6: Eminem]
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the gla** with my bare hands and swallow it
And spit it back in the faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same sh** but don't say sh**
You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis
Watch me, cause you figured you got me in this hot seat
You motherf**ers 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 making 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...
[Hook: Eminem]
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 acting stupid
It's fight music