"Fight Music" as written by Rufus B Johnson, Michael Elizondo, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Von M Carlisle, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Marshall B,iii(eminem) Mathers and A Young....
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 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!

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

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 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 lovin the broads, 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 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!

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!

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 want to 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..

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!


Lyrics submitted by darshanp

"Fight Music" as written by Marshall Mathers Andre Young

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    General CommentOnce again, Eminem writes the most powerful verse of a song. If u look at each line of his verse...you'll also see how true the words are. What do u guys think???
    eminem_d12_fan01on March 14, 2002   Link
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    General CommentI think ur right! Eminem's part is the best!
    Markbon April 24, 2002   Link
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    General Commentthis song rules its great, its got the beat
    Bob01on May 02, 2002   Link
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    General CommentFirst of all i wanna say, why the hell has nobody left any comments to any D12 songs, I mean wat the fuck its awsome music.

    Now this song is about kickin ass, and being hardcore . It purpose is to pump you up. nuff said
    hammboneon June 01, 2002   Link
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    General CommentYea
    Agree totaly
    notwuitehereon June 04, 2002   Link
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    General Commenti think swifty & kuniva would make a good team by themselves, like red & meth
    TornadoNHSon July 09, 2002   Link
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    General CommentCome on people! this is hight quality family music right here..:-P lol
    BiGG Stu
    KaylasThug86on August 15, 2002   Link
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    General Commentthis song is the follow up to "who knew" on the mm lp....it's along the same line with a very similar message...his music is about rising up and standing up for yourself no matter how crappy your parents and society treat you
    Jayemelon September 13, 2002   Link
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    General CommentYou know why my hands are so numb? (No)
    Cuz my grandmother sucked my dick
    And I didn't cum (Oh)
    Smacked this whore for talking crap (Bitch)
    So what if she's handicapped (What?)
    --

    Now that's truly moving.
    TGZon March 04, 2003   Link
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    General CommentLmao Bizzare may not be much of a rapper but god damn, his stuff is so sick it's funny. You just got to have the right sense of humour, to laught at it.

    Eminems verse is awesome, anyone notice the gay bashing part in his verse? Liberaci and Versaci were both known homosexuals. It don't matter to me who he bashes really. Fuck it, it's just a song, if you don't like it don't listen to it man.
    Muzzyon March 05, 2003   Link

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