Proof - Fight Music lyrics

[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