Fight Music - D-12

Letra de Fight Music, canción donde D-12 interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Devils Nigth. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de D-12 no te pierdas este single llamado Fight Music, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Fight Music - D-12

D-12 canta la cancion Fight Music dentro de su album Devils Nigth, os dejamos con la letra de Fight Music para que la podais disfrutar. En el menu teneis mas letras del album Devils Nigth y de D-12.

(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 Artis) 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! (Bizarre) 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 (Chorus) (Proof) 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
[ De: ]
fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the
broads, there's nothin to applaud But
fu*kit it's all good, the hood is up in
The Source It's fight music (Swifty
McVay) 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! (Kuniva) 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! (Eminem) 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 wanna 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.. (Chorus) It's fight
music! Letra Fight Music Lyrics
Insertada: Anonimo
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