[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..
(Intro): I don′t know dude... I think everyone′s all jealous and shit cuZ I′m like the lead singer of a band dude... And I think everyone′s got a fuckin problem with me dude... And they need to take it up with me after the show... Because...
(Chorus): These chicks don′t even know the name of my band... But they′re all on me like they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i′ll be the man... All because I′m the lead singer of my band...
(Verse 1- Eminem): So I get off stage right and drop the mic Walk up to the hot chicks and I′m all like "What′s up ladies, my name′s Slim Shady" I′m the lead singer in D12 baby They′re all like "Oh my god it′s him" "Becky oh my fuckin′ god it′s Eminem" "I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock" "Please won′t you please let me suck your cock" And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas All the chicks start yellin′, all the hot babes Throw their bras and panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it′s kinda like siblin rivalry Cuz they′re back on stage the next night with me Dude I just think you′re tryna steal the light from me Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me Because I told him Jessica Alba′s my wife to be This rock star shit, it′s the life for me And all the other guys just despise me b
(Chorus): These chicks don′t even know the name of my band... But they′re all on me like they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i′ll be the man... All because I′m the lead singer of my band... My band (repeated 8xs)
(Verse 2- Swifty): You just wanna see a nigga backwards don′t you Hey dad how come we don′t rap on proto Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don′t want my autograph, yous a liar And no I′m Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva) What the hell is wrong with that dressing room Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, see it′s simple but All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I′m more intect, tryna get on the map Doin′ jumpin jacks while get whipped on my back
(Verse 3- Kuniva and Konartis): Look him little punk ass thinkin′ he the shit Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue (Em: No I had an interview not you two) You gonna be late for soundcheck Man I ain′t goin′ to soundcheck But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best You know what man I′ma say somethin Hey yo Em (Em: You got somethin to say?!) Man no I thought you bout to tell him off, man what′s up Man I′ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up And you ain′t even back me up when we s′posed to be crew When I was bout to talk right after you I swear, I swear man
(Chorus): These chicks don′t even know the name of my band... But they′re all on me like they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i′ll be the man... All because I′m the lead singer of my band...
(Verse 4- Proof): They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park I′m gonna let the world know that proof is hot I Should cut his mic off when the musics starts Ready to stap on a dumbass fan Every time I′hear (Hey dude I love your band) We ain′t a band bitch we don′t play instruments So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent And these guys they can find every area code (Em: Proof carry my bag) Bitch carry your own Can′t make it to the stage, security in my way (Who the fuck are you? Where′s Obie and Dre?!)
(Verse 5- Bizarre): God dammit I′m sick of this group Time for me to go solo and make some loop I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps Till Kon Artis slipped me some crack Lose Yourself video I was in the back Superman video I was in the back Fuck the media, I got some suggestions Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions Like who′s D12, how we get started (What about Eminem?) Bitch are you retarded? Anyway I′m the popularest guy in the group Big ass stomache, bitches think I′m cute Then he told me to do situps to get buff I did two and a half and then I couldn′t get up Fuck D12, I′m outta this band I′m gonna start a group with the real Roxanne
(Eminem): Girl why cant you see your the only one for me and it just tares my ass apart to know that you dont know my name
(Chorus- Bizarre - {Bizarre also}) These chicks don′t even know the name of my band...{ha ha} But they′re all on me like they wanna hold hands...{Fuck Marshall} Cuz once I blow they know that i′ll be the man... All because I′m the lead singer of my band... My Band (Repeated 9x)
(Outro) The hottest boy band in the world... D12! (Eminem as a salsa singer): I′m the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl′s to take off their underpants And the lead singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl′s wanna dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it′s called My Salsa... My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa Makes all the pretty girls wanna dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance And take off their underpants, my salsa (Where′d everybody go?)
How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullsh** cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!
We were so young So full of life and vibrance side by side, wherever you was riding, I went So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde sh** When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it. You even had the same type of childhood I did.. sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it we grew up, grew apart as time went by us.. and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises. Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it much as your pride tries to hide it. your cold your touch is just like ice. And your eyes is a look of resentment. .I can sense it and I dont like it.
How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullsh** cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!
[Kon Artis]
It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse on my own album with a deal but sh** got worse fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worthless bi*** that I wasnt with I woulda hit it and quit but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the sh** I told you dont get involved with her you would smoke in the car with her coming outta the bar with her stumbling half drunk like you were husband and wife or somethin but me catching her f***in other niggas musta hurt your pride or something cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me. when all I tried to do was show that your bi*** was shifty. And every sister, fares and all the sh** that I produced you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose. But I am really your friend, I′m just trying to tell ya the truth. Dont hate the game or the player the one thats changing is you.
[Eminen]
How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullsh** cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!
[Proof]
Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop now we acting like I gotta live only for the block. And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic like my finger get to snappin and poof it just happen. But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown, shady made it so my babies aint starving at home. See the devil in your glance, since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence, thats forever till the end. I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies, aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise. (HOW COME) When you talk it′s with bitter and spite? (AND HOW COME) It′s my fault for what you did with your life? And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away, we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face.
[Eminem]
How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullsh** cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you!