[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 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
    [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!