FISTFIGHT by twxg Lyrics
[Intro]
Childish giant, double cup, by the ounce
15 years old, and I hope this hits like Calendars
Fight with the it, he got a different type of body count
Rip it apart- (AA-AA-AA-AA-AA-AA)
[Hook]
Violent, the feeling is ripe
Put my hands to my body and fight (aAAh)
Adrenaline, is all up my eyes
Tunnel vision, my target in sight
Destruction, Alexa, destroy (alright)
Special field boots, I’m a knight
Slight of the hand, turn it clockwise
Crash you to the ground, uh
Crash you to the ground, no fright
[Verse]
You wanted context, holy texts, sacred, I hear ya
Play the lottery, I always lose, but it’s my friend, Bagheera
High school teachers, make an awful impression
Hope it grows on them, like it’s spender’s coin collection
See a childish giant, double cup, by the ounce
15 years old, and I hope this hits like Calendars
Fight with the it, he got a different type of body count
Rip it apart until I think that I’ll pounce
I’m not bloodthirsty, in fact, I’m quite the contrary
Shoes and pocketknives, my choice is sometimes arbitrary
I hate snapchat, leave my streaks behind
Like a contrail on flight 579
Didn’t want Biden, guess that’ll do
Always be fighting, I bet you a foo
Like Angi, eat carrots, that’s my password, what you think?
I got 29 hundred ink sacs in my sink
Cause that’s art, define art, fine art, fine art
[Hook]
Violent, the feeling is ripe
Put my hands to my body and fight
Adrenaline, is all up my eyes
Tunnel vision, my target in sight
Destruction, Alexa, destroy (alright)
Special field boots, I’m a knight
Slight of the hand, turn it clockwise
Crash you to the ground, uh
Crash you to the ground, no fright
Violent, the feeling is ripe
Put my hands to my body and fight (aaaAAh)
Adrenaline, is all up my eyes
Tunnel vision, my target in sight
Destruction, Alexa, destroy (alright)
Special field boots, I’m a knight
Slight of the hand, turn it clockwise
Crash you to the ground, uh
Crash you to the ground, no fright
Childish giant, double cup, by the ounce
15 years old, and I hope this hits like Calendars
Fight with the it, he got a different type of body count
Rip it apart- (AA-AA-AA-AA-AA-AA)
[Hook]
Violent, the feeling is ripe
Put my hands to my body and fight (aAAh)
Adrenaline, is all up my eyes
Tunnel vision, my target in sight
Destruction, Alexa, destroy (alright)
Special field boots, I’m a knight
Slight of the hand, turn it clockwise
Crash you to the ground, uh
Crash you to the ground, no fright
[Verse]
You wanted context, holy texts, sacred, I hear ya
Play the lottery, I always lose, but it’s my friend, Bagheera
High school teachers, make an awful impression
Hope it grows on them, like it’s spender’s coin collection
See a childish giant, double cup, by the ounce
15 years old, and I hope this hits like Calendars
Fight with the it, he got a different type of body count
Rip it apart until I think that I’ll pounce
I’m not bloodthirsty, in fact, I’m quite the contrary
Shoes and pocketknives, my choice is sometimes arbitrary
I hate snapchat, leave my streaks behind
Like a contrail on flight 579
Didn’t want Biden, guess that’ll do
Always be fighting, I bet you a foo
Like Angi, eat carrots, that’s my password, what you think?
I got 29 hundred ink sacs in my sink
Cause that’s art, define art, fine art, fine art
[Hook]
Violent, the feeling is ripe
Put my hands to my body and fight
Adrenaline, is all up my eyes
Tunnel vision, my target in sight
Destruction, Alexa, destroy (alright)
Special field boots, I’m a knight
Slight of the hand, turn it clockwise
Crash you to the ground, uh
Crash you to the ground, no fright
Violent, the feeling is ripe
Put my hands to my body and fight (aaaAAh)
Adrenaline, is all up my eyes
Tunnel vision, my target in sight
Destruction, Alexa, destroy (alright)
Special field boots, I’m a knight
Slight of the hand, turn it clockwise
Crash you to the ground, uh
Crash you to the ground, no fright