Fist Fuck
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
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Writer(s): Jonathan Robert Whitmer
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