Fight Music
D12 (Eminem) Lyrics


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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!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Fight Music by D12 (Eminem) are violent, obscene, and vulgar. They describe harmful actions such as stealing, drunk driving, and pushing baby carriages into the street. Such activities are encouraged by this kind of music, which serves as a means of venting frustration and rage. The lyrics refer to the effect that this type of music has on its listeners, describing it as a source of empowerment that has the potential to provoke them into violent behavior. The overall mood of the song is aggressive and confrontational, encouraging listeners to take action and lash out against those who have wronged them.


The lyrics of Fight Music are largely divisive and controversial, with many people arguing that they promote violence and aggression. However, the song has been praised for its energetic beats and catchy hooks, proving to be a commercial success. The song serves as a testament to the power of music to evoke strong emotions within listeners, both positive and negative.


Line by Line Meaning

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
This genre of music has the power to energize and motivate you to take action


Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
When you come across this type of music, you can't help but be drawn to it


It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
It's just a form of expression for young people to let loose and be rebellious


Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
Don't conform or comply when they try to control or manipulate you


The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
It's the kind of music that is instantly recognizable and doesn't require you to question its origin


You just know - that's the new shit
You can instinctively identify it as the latest and freshest music


The type of shit that causes mass confusion
It's the kind of music that creates chaos and bewilderment


And drastic movement of people actin stupid
Resulting in extreme and irrational behavior from individuals


I come to every club with intention to do harm
I enter every club with the purpose of causing trouble or chaos


With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Carrying a fake arm and emitting a strong scent of cheap alcohol


Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Quickly taking cover under tables as soon as any alarm goes off


Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
A suspicious robber who would even steal from his own mother


Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
A cunning individual named Kon who is equipped with a bomb


Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on!'
Having a bomb attached to my abdomen, aggressively expressing a desire to engage in violent actions


A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Someone who enjoys excessive drinking, even to the point of operating a tank while intoxicated


Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
Driving the tank over a bank, causing police officers to become weak and lose consciousness


It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
The situation is extreme, as I have exceeded my tolerance for cocaine


I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
To intensify my euphoria, I may resort to cutting your throat


Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
Forcefully push your stroller into the busy street until it is completely destroyed


Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
As soon as I arrive on your street, your friends are defeated


You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Do you understand the reason behind my lack of feeling in my hands?


Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Because my grandmother performed oral sex on me, but I didn't achieve orgasm


Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch)
I physically assaulted a promiscuous woman for speaking negatively


So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I don't care about her disability; she insulted Bizarre's rapping abilities


I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you
I have a strong aversion towards you; I will forcefully remove your underwear and sexually assault you


While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Additionally, Dr. Dre will record the incident on video


Satan done got me on this song
I am influenced by Satan as I perform this song


Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Engaging in a vulgar act of eating a hot dog while defecating, and simultaneously reading the Holy Qu'ran


Tired of wearin this yellow thong
I have grown weary of wearing this yellow thong underwear


Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Return the thong to Sisqo, as you are aware of its proper place


Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now, I will place a gun in your hand


Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Proceed to detonate an explosive device near Dru Hill's arms


Fuck your love songs
Disregard and disrespect your romantic songs


Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
Bring along whoever you want, who do you plan on physically attacking?


I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
I am dominant and powerful like King Kong, and my firearms will eradicate you completely


Show you machine gun funk
I will demonstrate the lively and aggressive style of machine gun shooting


Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]
I possess sixteen M-16 rifles and one shotgun, indicated by the sound of the pump action


The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
I wield a small, concealable firearm and forcefully place it against your jaw


Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
This will cause you to sprint out of this venue in nothing but your underwear


We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
We enjoy the company of women, but there's nothing praiseworthy about it


But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
Despite everything, it doesn't matter as the neighborhood is well-represented in the music magazine, The Source


I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
I am an individual who embraces and enjoys physical altercations


And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
Furthermore, I will not think twice about punching you again, causing your knuckles to swell


I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
I possess the ability to capture someone unexpectedly, similar to the action of bear traps


Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that?'
I will forcefully shoot him, causing his head to jerk backwards, while the priest witnesses the act and questions it


I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
I will strike your promiscuous partner, collide with you, and refuse to engage in any verbal communication


If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
If you accidentally step on my feet, I will retaliate by causing you to choke on your own beverage


I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
I actually smothered my therapist to death simply for speaking


Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
Upon returning, I proceeded to physically harm the individuals carrying his coffin, causing them to accidentally drop it


These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
The blows I'm delivering with the beads I have are significantly hurting them


See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
Notice how I bring a large group of people with me when I enter the club


If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
If anyone is staring too intensely, we will assault them in a similar manner to the Rodney King incident


Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium
We will subject them to violent harm, reminiscent of the Malice Green case, and drench them in high-quality gasoline


Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
I will either flick a lit cigarette in their direction or forcefully spit on them


Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
I will lift up a photograph of his loved ones and kick it directly towards him


Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin
I will shoot you while you throw punches, right at the moment when your spouse is watching


Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music!
Forget about music that incites fighting, this is the type of music that provokes losing your life!


If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
If I had the ability to capture and contain the intense anger felt by today's younger generation


Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
I would crush the glass using just my hands and then consume it


Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
I would then forcefully expel the glass fragments back at those who exhibit racist attitudes


And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
As well as anyone who secretly holds the same beliefs but is too cowardly to express them


You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
This includes individuals who exhibit flamboyance like Liberace or Versace, as well as those with Nazi ideologies


Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
Pay close attention, because you mistakenly believe that you have put me in a challenging or uncomfortable position


You motherfuckers want to JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You damn individuals desire to hold me in judgment because you possess a complete lack of understanding about my experiences and identity


You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
You will never succeed in halting my progress, as I am moving at a superior velocity while you attempt to damage me


I came to save these new generations of babies
My intention is to rescue and positively influence the upcoming generations of children


From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
I aim to protect them from negligent parents who have neglected their upbringing due to their laziness


To grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
I am causing them to become insanely passionate and devoted to my music


That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
This is the method through which I have successfully gained the support and acceptance of the entire nation


And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
And if you believe I will acknowledge any wrongdoing, you are mistaken


I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
I systematically disable and undermine any hypocritical critics who come my way


And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
This song is specifically dedicated to any child who is being bullied or harassed


A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called...
It serves as a twisted anthem for them to respond with, and I have titled it...


It's fight music!
It's the kind of music that fuels and provokes violence!




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, MARSHALL MATHERS, MICHAEL ELIZONDO, ONDRE MOORE, RUFUS JOHNSON, VON CARLISLE, DENAUN PORTER, DESHAUN HOLTON

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Comments from YouTube:

@hoodeddreamer9908

The censorship in this video should be criminal

@thelonewanderer4084

Hooded Dreamer yes! Like wtf it’s ridiculous. They can’t stop hate speech or Russian hackers but they decide to up their ducking skills when censoring some foul language?

@MadMaxJuggernaut

​@The Lone WandererI posted a video on another channel of an ice cream truck that was riding in a neighborhood and someone put hitler speech in the video and shit got shut down. So idk what you're talking about they can't stop hate speech, and no you can't stop hackers.

@ililililliil

'cause im a criminal!

@rambo6166

mtv/bet back in the day were being hit hard by angry moms/parents this wasnt the only song to get butchered. you would get legit ID'ed to buy a CD with the parental advisory label on it.

@goyonman9655

honestly

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@DinFL

One of my favorite D12 songs.
Miss you D12.
RIP Proof.

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