LYRICS:
X, down, forward,
I'm playing the controller.
I'm playing on this game
but it's about to be over.
No more playtime- recess,
Imma stunt like Jesus,
Original, no presets,
When I make my beats, yes.
Tight pants like Corey Duffel,
Always down for trouble.
Hit me with the whiskey and we end up in a scuffle.
What else did you come for?
To end up with an eye sore? Or an earache, or a bad day?
'Cuz that's just what we come from.
Hit em with the noise,
I'm chillin' with the boys,
about to crack a cold one on your head like "think Coors,"
like try and think more,
just shut up and listen.
If you play the victim you will always be the victim.
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
Yo, yo this a real ass fight song!
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
Yo, you better get up and fight someone!
Demons always dancin' in me,
think I got the Manson in me,
kickin' back with all my crew like
"dammit, those some rancid hippies"
You can't commit.
'Cuz you don't know shit.
And if you did,
You'd go like this...
Hit em with the noise,
I'm chillin' with the boys,
about to crack a cold one on your head like "think Coors,"
like try and think more,
just shut up and listen.
If you play the victim you will always be the victim.
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
Yo, yo this a real ass fight song!
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
Yo, you better get up and fight someone!
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
YO, YO THIS A REAL ASS FIGHT SONG!
(Fight! fight! fight! fight!)
YO, YOU BETTER GET UP AND FIGHT SOMEONE!
