this is the band of the hawk
we ain’t no fan of the talk
you best be manning that wall
berserk we handle you all
best get your mans when he fall
go pippen hand me the ball
rickert and casca on call
griffith and guts standing tall


how about you meet me out on the battlefield?
oh you down now? imagine how sad you’ll feel
when i pull that thing out and cut through your man’s steel
im flying without wings and you just can not deal
try to come up and get strung up on a random wheel
imma run up and gun up show you how my cannon reels
from my chains you gonna hang just like the egg of kings
married to the fight and this suit is my wedding ring

im so pretty and so witty tell me i can get it
got ambition ammunition like my man griffth
watch me spit it like you with it and you had to listen
phantom physics got no limits like my hand thats missing

im so pretty and so witty tell me i can get it
got ambition ammunition like my man griffth
watch me spit it like you with it and you had to listen
phantom physics got no limits like my hand thats missing


this is the band of the hawk
we ain’t no fan of the talk
you best be manning that wall
berserk we handle you all
best get your mans when he fall
go pippen hand me the ball
rickert and casca on call
griffith and guts standing tall


I've got a blade on my hip just don't fuck with my drip
Don't matter man woman child, ain't no slowing my clip

I was always destined for glory
I knew and felt it
Besides in my possession
Is a blood red beherit
It's got a single eye
And keeps a watch for me at night
Ikai e no yobimizu in my pocket,
That's right

Lay the smackdown with the God Hand
A ton of human sacrifices, all in high demand
And when I sent my demons out
They're like thieves in the night
Which means if you might see em
We could start writing your life story

I'll put a brand on your sensitive skinnnn
What I get is insurance for this that and the ends
Comply or I'll leave your brains scattered on the flooring
Ending gory but I'm gorgeous like the morning glory

I train hard, sunup to early morning
Then I bounce heads off the wall till it gets boring
I was Griffith back then, but now it's Femto, pops
Blow the horn, cause I'm riding in to kill your livestock

this is the band of the hawk
we ain’t no fan of the talk
you best be manning that wall
berserk we handle you all
best get your mans when he fall
go pippen hand me the ball
rickert and casca on call
griffith and guts standing tall