Fist F**k (feat. Kxng)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Fist fuck, fist fuck, fist fuck, yuh
Woo, woo, woo (Nice)
Yo, yeah! Yo, yeah! Yo, yeah!
Fist fuck, ayy, fist fuck, ayy
Fist fuck, to his fucking head, make that bitch cry
Wrist stick, I'ma throw a fit 'til his knees weak
Sick fuck, psychopathic killer on a kill spree
Six feet, lay 'em in the dirt, make that bitch shriek
Fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist
Straight 'til his knees weak
Slipknot, tied around my neck, and my head pop
Lead heart, thinking I'm in love with you, dead wrong
Pissed off, harder than some motherfucking bedrock
Red snot, cocaine in my system, not no crack rock
Run my fucking fade, bitch
Punch you 'til your brain split
I can't feel my face, bitch
Numb like Novocaine, bitch
Tote it then it's sprayin', bitch
Shoot my fucking face, bitch
I'm that terror reign, bitch
Kill 'em on the same shit
Chop them down!
Heavy artillery, my weapon fucking Japanese
Stopped fucking with dope fiends
I can make it, you know, that cash
[?] shake the soul rack
I know where your mama at
I break her then I kill her back
Set him up [?]
Fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist
Straight 'till his knees weak
Ayy, ayy
Fist fuck, fist fuck, fist fuck, yuh
Woo, woo, woo (Nice)
Yo, yeah! Yo, yeah! Yo, yeah!
Fist fuck, ayy, fist fuck, ayy
Fist fuck, to his fucking head, make that bitch cry
Wrist stick, I'ma throw a fit 'til his knees weak
Sick fuck, psychopathic killer on a kill spree
Six feet, lay 'em in the dirt, make that bitch shriek
Fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist
Straight 'til his knees weak
Slipknot, tied around my neck, and my head pop
Lead heart, thinking I'm in love with you, dead wrong
Pissed off, harder than some motherfucking bedrock
Red snot, cocaine in my system, not no crack rock
Run my fucking fade, bitch
Punch you 'til your brain split
I can't feel my face, bitch
Numb like Novocaine, bitch
Tote it then it's sprayin', bitch
Shoot my fucking face, bitch
I'm that terror reign, bitch
Kill 'em on the same shit
Chop them down!
Heavy artillery, my weapon fucking Japanese
Stopped fucking with dope fiends
I can make it, you know, that cash
[?] shake the soul rack
I know where your mama at
I break her then I kill her back
Set him up [?]
Fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist fuck
Fist fuck, fist
Straight 'till his knees weak
Ayy, ayy
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Robert Whitmer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.