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Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
|title = Firefist
|image = <gallery>
FirefistAliveNCICv1.webp
FireFistNerdcoreAlive.png|Nerdcore V2 Alive
HCPortraitFirefist.png|Nerdcore V1 Alive
HCPortraitFirefistDead.png|Nerdcore V1 Dead
Firefist.png|NCICORE Alive
FirefistDangerNCIC.png|NCICORE Danger
FirefistDeadNCIC.png|NCICORE Dead
Firefist_Alive.png|Duckcore Alive
Firefist_Duckcore_Dead.png|Duckcore Dead
</gallery>
|aka = Firefist 987
|youtube = [https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFmEek3TpOvtL-NlEzcaKmA WowFirefist Yes]
}}Firefist is a former main in [[Nerdcore]], a regular in [[Minecarttrackcore|MCTC]] and a guest in [[Kasser Hardcore]], [[NCICORE]], and [[Duckcore]]. He is also a member of [[NCIC]].


== Hardcore Statistics ==
They say I've calmed down since the last album
{| class="wikitable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="overflow-x:scroll; width:700px; text-align: center; font-size:80%; line-height:20px;"
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
!Series
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
!Season
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
!Character
Somebody said bands make her dance
!Username
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
!Episode of Death
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
!Cause of Death
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
!Last Words
Here, take a goddamn picture
!Place
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
|-
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
|[[Nerdcore]]
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
|[[Minecraft Hardcore Season 1 (Nerdcore)|Minecraft #1]]
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
|Nyan Cat
When she comes over, I take picture
|Firefist987
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
|N/A

|Lived to kill the Ender Dragon.
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
|N/A
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
|*1st/7
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
|-

|[[Duckcore]]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
|[[Terraria Hardcore Season 1 (Duckcore)|Terraria #1]]
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
|N/A
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
|my dad whips me fire
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
|13
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
|'''Didn't show up''' for next session, was counted as dead.
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
|N/A
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
|4th/8
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
|-
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
|[[TheGamingDewott (Series)|TGD]]
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
|[[Minecraft Hardcore Season 3 (TheGamingDewott)|Minecraft #3]]
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
|Mace Windu (Star Wars)
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
|FireFist987
My urethra, hole that I pee from
|N/A
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
|Trying to make cover, got caught and killed by '''Dragon's Breath'''.
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
|"I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead-"
|3rd/9
Like "you're going to jail now!"
|-

|[[NCICORE]]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
|[[Minecraft Hardcore Season 2 (NCICORE)|Minecraft #2]]
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
|A Walnut
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
|WowFirefist

|12
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
|Started ''lagging'' and was '''burnt to death''' by ''Herobrine''.
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
|"NO, WE'RE NOT- *shrieks*"
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
|4th/8
Yes I can sir
|-
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
|NCICORE
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
|[[Very Big Core]]
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
|Matthew Santoro
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
|FirefistPlease

|18
Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
|Swarmed by '''Zombies''' in the Shrine's Crumbled Helia Sewers.
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
|"I'M A NOOB! NOO, NO NOO!"
Why y'all so salty
|10th/30
I do molly and zone
|}
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
[[Category:People]]
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's

☀Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last albumTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last albumTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last albumTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last albumTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? UmTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her danceTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? UmTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing like

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my bunsTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! TamTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing likeale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectumTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? UmTamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!

They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"

Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos

Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone

How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me

This shit's so damn embarrassing like so damn embarrassing like[[Category:People]]

Latest revision as of 01:29, 27 April 2024

Firefist is a former main in Nerdcore, a regular in MCTC and a guest in Kasser Hardcore, NCICORE, and Duckcore. He is also a member of NCIC.

Hardcore Statistics[edit | edit source]

Series Season Character Username Episode of Death Cause of Death Last Words Place
Nerdcore Minecraft #1 Nyan Cat Firefist987 N/A Lived to kill the Ender Dragon. N/A *1st/7
Duckcore Terraria #1 N/A my dad whips me fire 13 Didn't show up for next session, was counted as dead. N/A 4th/8
TGD Minecraft #3 Mace Windu (Star Wars) FireFist987 N/A Trying to make cover, got caught and killed by Dragon's Breath. "I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead-" 3rd/9
NCICORE Minecraft #2 A Walnut WowFirefist 12 Started lagging and was burnt to death by Herobrine. "NO, WE'RE NOT- *shrieks*" 4th/8
NCICORE Very Big Core Matthew Santoro FirefistPlease 18 Swarmed by Zombies in the Shrine's Crumbled Helia Sewers. "I'M A NOOB! NOO, NO NOO!" 10th/30
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