Eminem Ft. Kon Artist & Proof.............. The beat is called 'Troubled Mind' which I produced.
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[Eminem Intro]
This Fight Music
[DJ Graffikal Intro]
DJ Graffikal Gra Gra Gra Graffikal
[Eminem Intro]
This Fight Music
[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 Artist]
I come to every club with intention to do wrong
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 moms
Kunivin Kon
Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin'
"Let's get it on!"
A lust that love the drank
Drunk driving a tank
Rolling over a bank
Cops see me and faint
It's drastic
I'm passed my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat
Push a baby carriage into the street
Till it's minced meat
Your men's been beat
The minute I step foot on your street
This is fight music!
[Proof]
Just bring who you gon bring on
Who you gon swing on?
I'm King Kong
Guns blow you to king-dom come
Machine gun funk
Sixteen M-16's
One pump (click clack)
Snub in my palm
Shove it in your jaws
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawls
We lovin the brawls, it's nothin to applaud
But fuck it it's all good
The hood is up in this song
It's fight music
[Eminem]
If I could capture the rage
Of 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 Liberachys, Versaces and you Nazi's watch me
Because you think you've got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me cuz 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 cuz they're lazy
So they grow to praise me, cuz I'm makin em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazy if you think I'm a admit wrong
I'll cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on
And this song is for any kid who get's picked on
A sick song to retaliate to and it's called
[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
[Eminem Outro]
This Fight Music
This Fight Music
Fight Fight Music
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Fight Music