DEATH GRIPS – Thru The Walls

I’m coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didn’t, fuck you
Plutonium lore
What this is, what this for
Feel my fists push black holes
Through your bitch ass decor
Split it back like a whore
And make you shit your fucking drawers

Scared to ride, cowards fall
Before my eyes, sound of my balls
Dragging like cannon loaded wagons
Drug by demons down your halls

Can’t imagine whats fit to happen
When I get to flashing, see the small
Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking
And less than that in no time at all.
Can’t believe they have the gaul
To try and act like they’re not trapped
Between these walls …

Bring it, bring it, bring it, kill it

Bring it, bring that shit heated
Sling it, bring back that shit – kill it

Sometimes feel like I’m close but never get there
NEVER GET THERE
Does it mean I’m a ghost if I’m still here?
WANNA LEAVE HERE
And if I am why can’t I just float through the walls?
THROUGH THE WALLS
And if I can, were they even ever there at all?
NOT AT ALL

Too much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so bad
Been there so long I can’t remember who I am, or where I stand
But in the end I guess I just don’t give a damn
Twist a gram and keep on sticking with the original plan
Fuck it man

Judge you no more than I wish to be judged
Even on the low
But I do know what you do not speak of
Don’t know but it shows
Try to hide but I see who you are because
I just know
Keep talking but you already said too much
There you go

How it is now’s how it it always was
That’s on my blood
How it is now’s how it it always was
That’s on my blood

Bring it, bring that shit heated
Sling it, bring back that shit – kill it

See my blood spill drip, by chances
Try to chill, quit, cuz I can’t just slip into a zagthoth trance
Tongue hissing, serpent chants
Come again work it in, yeah just like that

We paint our insides black
As the shadows ‘hind our flesh
And make all that we lack
The part of life that we forget
All praise due to the fact
That we’ve forgotten how to sweat it
Check it
Bring it
KILL IT

On everything I own
Swear would rather slit my throat and die on the run
Than be the one who ends up hangin from that rope
Tied to the thumb of the man who comes to empty your pockets when you choke
Got to get that shit myself and get the fuck out of this game
Before I end up getting stuck with no one but myself to blame
All the way insane

Staring at the ceiling
In the dark
Trying not to let the feeling
Tear you apart
But the silence is buzzing
And it won’t stop
Tell yourself its almost over
But its not

DEATH GRIPS – The Fever (Aye Aye)

How’d you know
Cuz I was there
Yeah that sh*t go
Came prepared
Set it slow rolled
Anticipation grow slow
Deviated septum blow hole
Sugar cane ko ko
Aye, aye, pass the dro my way
Or no way twenty fo no 25-8
Thought you knew
Suicide lane
Fuck you

Grab my crotch, what’s my name
Been round the block
Hangin’ scumbag slangin’
Pay dirt cave in
Takin’ no prisoners
No escapin’ wash brain hook
Nothin’ I’m sayin’
Aye, aye, know what I’m sayin’

I got the diamonds, scrapin’
Sidin’, wastin’ my life
In altered states dem
Back it up
[x2]

I got the fever [x4]

Sprayin’ execution witch fingernails clawin’ through dem
Crawlin’ through dem
Tunnels loosin’
Touch with everything I’m doin’
Aaarrrggghh… mass confusion
Can’t make more electrocution

Half cocked full tilt
Rabid dog
Filth aarrrggghhh
Know what I’m sayin’
F*ck it
Upside down in a
Soft top bucket
Screamin’
Shred it

I got the diamonds, scrapin’
Sidin’, wastin’ my life
In altered states dem
Back it up
[x2]

I got the fever [x4]

Let me off, screeching halt
Concussion blinding
Not my fault
Ankles tied to cinder blocks
Aye, aye

By any means necesserated
Blade cut me
Sewer drain grated
Bubonic plague
Spreaded faceless
Lurking in the deadest spaces
On your knees, black goat anus
Christo anti clan of shameless
Came to whip those
Into shapeless
Here we go, devastated
Here we go…

Diamonds scrapin’ the marrow, out my core
Who’s in the mirror
Who’s at the door
Someone’s there
Wasn’t there before
Ceiling connected
To the chord
Pull it, pull that sh*t

I got the diamonds, scrapin’
Sidin’, wastin’ my life
In altered states dem
Back it up
[x2]

I got the fever [x4]

DEATH GRIPS – The Cage

(I say kill it like ya
You say hate it
Kill it like ya hate it
Kill it like ya hate it
I say arrrgghh you say can’t take it
I can’t take it, I can’t take it)

Fuck you starin’ at, didn’t know I’d be so quick to flash,
Terrified by da way a basilisk come out him skin so fast
Not the first won’t be the last
Barrel of my gun down the hatch 187 deep throat chokin’
Eat dis fourty-four magnum dick

Murder the bar raiser, inverted crossfader,
Ash lung blastin’ bum rush balls to da wall
Bitch slayer
Rainin’ blood, burnin’ paper
A j acksons catchin’ vapors
Fuck this cage
I’ll thrash you later

(I say kill it like ya
You say hate it
Kill it like ya hate it
Kill it like ya hate it
I say arrrgghh you say can’t take it
I can’t take it, I can’t take it)
[x2]

Step to me wit dat bullshit
Like I don’t know
What you’re doin’
Talkin’ fast lookin’ shady
You can’t fade me keep it movin’

Hopes that
Mo cash will help you cope
Sorry to tell ya… but it won’t
How do I get out then? You don’t

Can’t keep this locked down
Fuck that
Watch me now, fit da crush that
Hit it once knock it down and I’m done can’t..
Stop this break out get it come back..
Underground railroad
Gunclaps to sound of sirens screamin’
Count on it I’m leavin’

(I say kill it like ya
You say hate it
Kill it like ya hate it
Kill it like ya hate it
I say arrrgghh you say can’t take it
I can’t take it, I can’t take it)
[x2]

Yeah I got that man fa show
But tell em why you had to get em though
Get em, get em

Cuz the beat bangs, cuz we came
Ta flip the oz out your sleep train
When the smoke clears
Who remains
This right here, why we claim
Outta nowhere, for keeps game
Don’t go there
This the real thing
Get em, get em
Board the plane
They’re watchin’ me
Bullshit stains
What they want from me
Fuck that man, my philosophy
Don’t take a goddamn thing
Voice in my head
Kill everything
Startin’ wit dis asshole
Right next to me
Get em, get em, cuz I had to get em though

DEATH GRIPS – Takyon

Triple six, five, forked tongue
Subatomic penetration rapid fire through your skull
How I shot it on one taking it back to the days of trying to lose control
Swerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bones
Oh shit I’m feeling it – Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it – Takyon
Alright that’s tight, what its like to experience – Takyon

Out of the blue, in through the back
Door coming through like fuck what was that
Man I don’t know, but it made me feel so heated
How we creep without showing you jack
Shit from below, give a shit if you know
Cuz even if you did, you’d keep coming back
Back for more, need it man you’re addicted to the heat
We make beats catch
Beat it til it bleeds to death, each track
Like EPMD snappin necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map

Oh shit I’m feeling it – Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it – Takyon
Alright that’s tight what its like to experience – Takyon

Takyon, shot down your throat like a keg of beer
Choke on the smoke we in and exhale til the whole chamber is clear
Haters act so fucking weird
Try to stain this atmosphere
But they can’t cuz its way too sheer
How to make a hater disappear

Take shit where it ain’t never been
Fuck what you thought could not comprehend
This shit if I fisted your brain with it
10-9-8-7-triple 6-5-forked tongue
Criminal level crunk lightning storm
Get out the way or get up torn
Ain’t a picture big enough to fit
What we dig up from the core
Of all that they forgot ever was
Militant march of this war

Takyon – taking them down
All we see is blood
Takyon – turning them out
How to trick out and freak that buzz

Oh shit I’m feeling it – Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it – Takyon
Alright that’s tight what its like to experience – Takyon

Lunar eclipse forcing you to trip
Off the moonlit fire we spray
Cryonic haunted bullets hollow tipped with toxic waste
So here’s the deal, if you don’t feel ill
Don’t want it nowhere near my zone
That shit is dead, can’t nobody get
With that shit gets dial toned

Takyon – bitch slappin pussy clots and clones
Takyon – settin off unibombs inside your dome

Oh shit I’m feeling it – Takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it – Takyon
Alright that’s tight what its like to experience – Takyon

DEATH GRIPS – System Blower

Yeah we came to blow your system
You know what I’m sayin’
Kill it or die
Braggin’ about how you
Had it all dialed
Well what’s up now
When your shit is

How I’m comin’, why I’m slingin’
Where I’m from and what I’m bringin’
Tell your cousins best stop sleepin’
Cuz I’m bustin’ for no reason at random murder
Killing season

But no one heard me
Cold blood creepin’
Full tilt swervin’
Through your bleedin’
System burnin’ to its knees and
Beggin’ for mercy while I’m leanin’
Hard ta da left
And clockin’ a grips in da death pockets of da head knock rhythm

System blower system over

Yeah we came to blow your system
You know what I’m sayin’
Kill it or die
Braggin’ about how you
Had it all dialed
Well what’s up now
When your shit is

Stupid dopefiend beat low hung blood spray all over
Da death stomp drums
Scum worshipping
Speaker ripping
Punk weight holding heretics
Boundary reapin’
Frequency freakin’
Out till we’re like that track sound so sick

System blower system over

Got heads jumpin’ out their skin
Talkin ‘bout common
Death grip me again
No need to wonder if
It’s gonna crack
Hell no you can bet
We’re fit ta burn the
House to da ground
Soon as the sound gets checked

System blower system over

Yeah we came to blow your system
You know what I’m sayin’
Kill it or die
Braggin’ about how you
Had it all dialed
Well what’s up now
When your shit is

System blower system over

Yeah trick go fetch my whip
Gotta let a mark know
Who he’s fuckin’ wit
Ruthlessly skin a chump
Just for kicks
Cant fuck wit dis
Sadomaso-kiss my fist
Suck my dick, it’s not cool
I’m too sick, what time is it

System blower, system over

Deep in da klink base
Cut straight to da chase
Like a triple shot of 180 proof
Kill-o-watts riots audio violence
Breaks your windows and
Takes all da loot

System blower, system over

Silver coin on your eyes
Forever closed
Raise the dead
How long I been tired of that old
Can’t nod my head

shit is over
System blower

DEATH GRIPS – Spread Eagle Cross The Block

I fuck the music
I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue

Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man its here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it
I wanna know more, cuz its bout what I got to show for it

I want some more of it
I want too much
I got so bored with it
I shot it up
Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up

What is it, where is it
How will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I’m taking it, and sharing it with nobody

Cuz all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job

I own that shit
On some throw back shit
You already know that shit
You even know ’bout how I know the man
Who grows that, bitch …

You can’t buy it with your money
You can’t find it overseas
Its one of those things that seems outlandish
Til you have it’s not a dream
As for me, I’m cool with it
And that’s alright cuz it’s my thing.

Work that angle til its beveled
Curve of the blade doubled
Edge made to bleed the struggle
Best believe the game’s a hustle.
Observer of the strange occurrences
Conjurer of the subtle
Unseen but felt disturbances
That burst a bitches bubble

That’s right it’s all mine
It’s all mine never was yours
Like how you wait in line
While I walk straight through the door
(straight through the…)
Hear you say something
But ain’t nothing — spectators ignored
Pay no mind to that chump’s
Just a player hatin whore

I fuck the music
I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue

Ain’t no fun if the aliens can’t have none

How I fuck it dirty
How I make it twitch and scream
How it screams oh baby hurt me
Work me to the bone oh please
How I bend the rhythm over
And hit, hit, hit it on my knees
Give, give, give it up
I need it all the time
Bleed it on the drop of a dime — down to pound it til it shines
Moonlit lake of blood red wine
Make no mistake, I makes it mine

Break shit down and make it grind
To the groove used to align
The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes
Nuclear steeze creeps and winds
Through secrets behind and between
Every time I scream

Shit is mine
Its all mine
All the time
Shit is mine

What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit I need that shit

Thought you knew, thought you thought
Thought you did but did not
Come on through what you got
Is it cool is it hot?

Check one two, man don’t stop
I’m not through black blood clot
In my view like that twat
Spread eagle cross the block

Need no ego to rock
What we know just gets dropped
How we keep shit on lock

Cuz all I really need is some cool shit to mod
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job

Shit is mine
Its all mine
All the time
Shit is mine

DEATH GRIPS – Punk Weight

Hot shit, cold shit
OK muthafucka let’s do this
Came ta make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
Comin’ through, again and again conduit
Why dem hands wave to
High to it
Wild fire through your city
Wild fire through your whip me
Into lightning two
Can’t hit three
Strikes dug out dated
Fools no dig me
End beat limbo, baba spitting
Blood in slow mo, la la chimney

Warholian nightmare
Storm the gates
25 8, twelve gauge pun2k weight

(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)

Stick and move, leave no proof
Discard directly after use
Forensics on that wild goose
Follow my footprints into loops

Cuz I’m too high, too high
Cuz I’m too high, too high
Feel like I’m never ever
Gonna come down
Scale Richter pun2k weight
Of dis sound
Scale Richter pun2k weight
Of dis sound

Down break dead space
And make it drop
Ta da street beneath
Your ghetto box
Slap da beat till the
Floor boards crack
Neath da weight of dis lic, step back

Off in the rhythm like
Beta in the bong
Got ta give em make em
Sway like palms
In da wind my lip blow
Mic spray kyrlon
25 8 til da break of dawn

(War war)

Guerrilla bass, straight from the trenches,
Posers impaled on picket fences…
How ta rest your head in roach infested
Basements and smoke pun2k weight for breakfast…
Chop shop lifted bump til da tape deck break,
Ask Samo how he flipped that material girls pancakes..
As zydeco copper kettles

Liquor sto, sellin’ singles
Mug shots out, to my people
Rollin I double l spread eagle
Hear flow dan spit evil

(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)

DEATH GRIPS – Lost Boys

(Lost boys…)

Other side of da tracks
Scuzz outsiders
Nothin’ to lose
Strike of midnighters
Lost boys
True black and blues
No shoes, flat tires
Broke out da pen
Blood on barbed wire
Safe in your home
Gated zone terrorizers
Nowhere ta go
Far as I can get hitchhikers

(Lost boys…)

fuck a job might have ta rob
I don’t know just ta get by, word
On the road for lifers
Bullets in the fire
Check the chain link
Swayze I’m slummin’
Let em know who da fuck we are
Low and dirty lost boys
Comin’ out the cuts
Like your favorite scar

Crawlin’ on tile, can’t stand up
Been a while, kommodo gut
How ta take it
How ta give a fuck
How ta live wit pain
How ta get yo cut
How long’s this been goin’ on
Man shшt no way ta tell too far gone
Go get those flames from hell bring em here
Don’t trip no

I’ll handle this
On some scandalous
Inland empire Los Angeles
Anti ego propaganda sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Who’s comin’ up
Who’s losin’ ground
2012 I’m shady now,
Running game on every thang in town
It’s such a long way down
It’s such a long way down

Brown paper baggin’ asphalt scrapin’ all talk no action, what I’m waitin’
Weak tongue waggin’
Stray dog beggin’
Like don’t hurt me
Yeah right, I’m sayin’

Beware you have been warned, the barrel’s still warm,
Ease up off that lip or step
How quick a bшtch fit ta get checked mate
One false move’ll get ya
Set straight
Yeah, yeah, yeah…

It’s such a long way down [x4]

(Ride through the sky of black mist…)

DEATH GRIPS – Known For It

Known for it.. known for it

Known for it, been through it
Done everything I can to it
Road to it, til I broke through it
Never was attached to it
Took all I had in a flash knew it was bout ta crash
So I mashed through hit
Known for it
Had ta do it
Hacked into it

I pay the price ta roll wit it
Waste your life and you wont get it
Played out wit nowhere ta go bet it
Makes you feel like a ho don’t it?
Don’t it.. Known for it

Let it eat shit and die
As I creep lit
Off the deep hits wit a sick mind
On the secrets I rely ‘pon ta freak this

You can tell me what you said – go ahead
But no sooner than you said it,
You can bet it was left for dead
All you said in and out of my head in seconds

Keep em guessin endlessly
Never let em know where your headed
King of the unknown cloaked in mystery
How ta show em they don’t mean shit ta me

Never meant a thing to me
Effortlessly dead to me
Check the sign no vacancy
Extremely selective memory

Known for it, gotta stay deep in the zone
Or it’ll take everything you own, floor it
Get it, get it

I pay the price ta roll wit it
Waste your life and you wont get it
Played out wit nowhere ta go bet it
Makes you feel like a ho don’t it?
Don’t it.. Known for it

Let it eat shit and die
As I creep lit
Off the deep hits wit a sick mind
On the secrets I rely ‘pon ta freak this

Known for it since way back, all about it
Never been without it
How ta ride it inside out of da clouded
By the enemy surrounded
Thoughts that make you feel lost don’t doubt it
You might just need it

Already did that,
Can’t never go back
Yeah fuck that
Gets the bozack

Laid on the gas, leaned back and blew it
Twelve gauge blasted out abused it
Left it for the next, hit eject done wit that
You want it you can have it, no questions asked
Left that shit on the side of the road in a ditch, don’t trip
If ya have one let a man so I could flip a bitch and kill it

Head for the hills when it makes you feel
Like you can’t ever chill no more, fuck it
Every time I get it ta wind, round my finger and recline
Behave or be slayed cuz I will be damned if mine ever decays

Forever on attack gut check the blind

Game recognize game is tight
Bow down or get banged for life

Cuz I.. am.. known for it

DEATH GRIPS – I Want It I Need It

Been working way too much need to get out and get fucked up
Whats going on, where’s it at
Make some calls to make it crack, lets see…
I need money, drugs, a ride
And a spot with hot ones inside
The mission:
To get all of the above in a limited amount of time
I can do this and it’s done
Like that we’re on our way

Be it acid on the tongue
Cocaine in your brain
Or some weed that hits your lungs
Like a runaway train
Hell yeah, from DMT to MDMA
Got all that shit and more
So ’til dawn we’re okay… but anyway..

Fuck a line, every time
Get in, get a drink and lose our minds
All eyes on the dime
That makes your dick want to grind
Know you got a godd buzz going
Cuz everything is glowing
Skirt so short her ass is showing
And shes looking so you’re knowing
You could get it tonight
But there’s so much around
Best take your time do it right

As you keep getting higher
Lights look like they’re on fire
Soon all that’s left of you
Is your most primal desires

Ass clappin, dick suckin, lock the door to the bathroom — quick fuckin
Find a whore and it could happen
But it’s nothin, cuz you’re drunk and you’ll be blackin out
Before you even get a chance to think bout what you’re doing

I want it I, I need it, need it to make me feel heated
Shake it, can’t take it, must break it
Break if off yea, what’d I say bitch..
Bitch

Getting looser and looser and losing yourself
In the groove that has the whole party movin
You’re cruisin, you don’t know what you’re doing and you don’t give a
Cuz you’re so liquored up, you throw it up
And keep on riding cuz your timing is on
And that fine one is on you, its time to get gone
Too far up in it to yawn, til its finished come on
Get more twisted and bomb the dance floor til it breaks
Start to pondering rape
Me I’m all bout the face
But it takes all kinds
So pay no mind to the taste
Want to hear that song
You know the one with the bass
That makes their asses gyrate
Forget to hydrate
Til they’re so fucked up they take
Off all of their clothes and whip
It on me like my body’s made to fit ‘tween their lips
You got the ones on their grill
Or between their hips
But either way I must say
I really don’t give a shit
Long as its done well, and they promise not to tell
We could do this like an orgy
In the bowels of hell
Where every Lucy’s hella horny
And their pussies don’t smell

Argh… where’s it at

I want it I, I need it, need it to make me feel heated
Shake it, can’t take it, must break it
Break if off yea, what’d I say bitch..
Bitch

Responsibility’s cool, but there’s more things in life
Like getting your dick
Rode all fucking night
By the kind of girl that knows how to keep her shit tight
Legs in the air, looking like they feel nice
Volcano pussy melt your peter like ice
And the drugs got you going back for more cuz you’re like
I just can’t get enough of that cum clutch, well alright

Its time to find one and take one
Right now
Its time to find one and make one say
I’m down
Think I just found one, bout to break one off
Meanwhile…

Hallucinating crazy, getting lost for miles,
May have gotten too fucked up cuz I forgot how to smile
Gonna have to do this shit Jim Morrison style
Will it work? Probably not, but its worth a try

First hot one I see with sex in her eyes
Will be the hot one I need to take home with me tonight
Wish me luck, give me dap
And I’ll talk to you later
And when I do lets hope my story isn’t all about haters

Wheres it at, cuz I want it like man
Got the drugs but need a hot one that’ll make me go damn
Was the most banging guts that I ever have smashed
If you got it push it up on me cuz I’m feeling that ass, know what I mean?
Wheres it at?

I want it I, I need it, need it to make me feel heated
Shake it, can’t take it, must break it
Break if off yea, what’d I say bitch..
Bitch

DEATH GRIPS – I’ve Seen Footage

What’s that
Can’t tell
Hand held dream
Shot in hell
Deep space ghetto (streets)
Show me somethin’
I ain’t seen before
Mystery hind that
Death door
Juke step electrocute the floor
What’s the science on
Flyin’ that high
Got a no-no goin’, one time

Creeps up behind me
Over my shoulder
Turn around try to see
But it’s nowhere
Noided, noided
Static on my blindside

I seen footage, I stay noided… I seen footage [repeat]

Everybody’s knowin’
Where ya think you’re goin’ ain’t goin’ nowhere
Satellite, handle that
Wit a lead pipe

Who captures life
Who takes what’s left who stay
On that next, already know my gillicutti, like I told you…
Don’t touch me
What’s up wit it
I stay noided, stimulation overload account for it
Desensitized by the mass amounts of shit

I’ve seen it, I’ve been it
Can’t delete it feels like jail (noided)
Full moon in da klink shinin’ don’t sleep
Surveillance post my bail

I seen footage, I stay noided… I seen footage [repeat]

Armored cop open fire Glock
On some kid who stepped so
Fast was hard to grasp
What even happened til you seen dat head blow
Off his shoulders in slow mo
Rewind that, is so cold
Rewind that, is so cold
I seen footage… I stay noided

Juke step wit so much boy rude looseness seem like no bones in his skin
(Noided) my jaw hit da floor like this real for I gotta see that one mo gin

Ambulance hit and run over pedestrian in Brazil
Little tiger, boy soldier
Twist a cap back and kills (noided)

Seen crazy shit, man crazy shit…

I seen footage, I stay noided… I seen footage [repeat]

DEATH GRIPS – Hustle Bones

Give a fuck whatchya heard
Yeah fuck whatchya heard
Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
What, what…
But you don’t hear me though

Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin’ out
Of control whatchyou know ’bout bubblin’
Hustle bones comin’ out my mouth

Hustle bones comin’ out my mouth [repeat]

That hot lic a shot
Never not strapped
Wit a Glock tongue cocked
Run it back
That knock a cop off unconscious Molotov
Cocktailin’ sound bomb a snitch
Flat line of chalk drawn round the clock
Too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs

Stuck on the fence
How does it feel
It don’t make sense
Nothing is

That rip you a new one trick I’m the true one,
And only never know me never will no son
Leave ya laid out ta fade out
Show a cunt the door
Hit and run
Hustle bones comin’ out my mouth

Hustle bones comin’ out my mouth [repeat]

That can’t wait ta blast
Blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick wit it flav on
That ex con
Hard to da bone
Darkness from the zone
Mastered and pushed far beyond

Eons beyond the line never crossed,
By dem punks livin’ soft while I ride that bomb
Dr. Strangelove
Into the sun
Look no hands megatons
Rode like man we can’t lose
No shit, no shit

That hit it till it drip wit
Da blood of the raw way
It was fore dem forgot
Why doin’ dirt, make slang sound tough gong original
fuck da wrong way
Only one real way to work
That shit out da
Beat street spit
Ãœber freaked heat lit
Hell flame to your brain
Blood thirst
What what…
Run it back, run it

Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin’ out
Of control whatchyou know ’bout bubblin’
Hustle bones comin’ out my mouth

Hustle bones comin’ out my mouth [repeat]

Criminal intent anti-legal ill
Thief in da night peel your life back spin the wheel
[x4]

Run it back, run it

DEATH GRIPS – Hacker

Goin’ back to Tangier
With some jordans and a spear
Post-Christian shit
Post chicken or the egg addiction shit
Pass the sherm stick
Neo-reality
Be the freak you wanna see
Just don’t follow me
I’m on a journey to the center of three
Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane
While everybody’s like no

I got this pregnant snake
Stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethora of maniacs and spiral stairs
Make your water break in the apple store
Sink or swim, who fucking cares
Cut the birth cords, press send
Yeah thick
Gaga can’t handle this shit

Headed for the Sammy Davis wing
Throw up a black hole at the entrance of linens n things on the way
Never call it a day
Visit Tesla’s grave for the ninth time today
Still on the way
Bigger wigs

(When you come out your shit is gone) [x4]
I’m in your area, I’m in your area [x2]
I know the first three numbers, I’m in [x2]
I’m in your area, I’m in your area [x2]
I know the first three numbers, I’m in [x2]
When you come out your shit is gone [x2]
I’m in
When you come out your shit is gone [x2]

You’ll catch a jpeg to the head, über reach
You’re an intern on Wiki Leaks
Most loved therefore most hated
Come and knock on the door we’ve been waiting for you
Game changer
Reclusive aggressive
Yinging and yanging noided
Info warrior jack the hacker
The rolling stoner
Profit on disaster

My existence is a momentary lapse of reason
Got the DNA of Gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times out of eleven
Your bad ideas are the ATM
Shed my skin
Leave it for the homeless to sleep it
Prodigal, fuck that nautical
Teachin’ bitches how to swim

I’m in your area, I’m in your area [x2]
I know the first three numbers, I’m in [x2]
I’m in your area, I’m in your area [x2]
I know the first three numbers, I’m in [x2]
(Teachin’ bitches how to swim) [x2]
I’m in
(Teachin’ bitches how to swim) [x2]

Now backstroke
Through your k-hole
Don’t run
Ya might slip
The table’s flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch

Burmese babies under each arm
Screamin’ beautiful songs
The cray cray ultra contrarion
Havin’ conversations with your car alarm
When you come out your shit is gone
Soon your crew will be servin’ sandwiches named after me
Vietnamese style fool, please

Front row at the mass games
Untraceable by name
You speak of us in certain circles you will be dethroned or detained
Gone, gone
Your shit is gone, gone
When you come out your shit is gone

I’m in your area, I’m in your area [x2]
I know the first three numbers, I’m in [x2]
I’m in your area, I’m in your area [x2]
I know the first three numbers, I’m in [x2]

DEATH GRIPS – Guillotine

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine – yah

Sit in the dark and ponder how I’m fit to make the bottom fall through the floor
And they all fall down – yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes…
Guillotine – yah

Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue
Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke
Stomp music seriously – yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes…
Guillotine – yah

Can’t stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement
Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected

To everything you want, ever did want
We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole
And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence – yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes…
Guillotine – yah

Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech,
Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call
Out out out out – yah

The screens flashing red, can’t see shit but heads
Spinning exorcist like planets
Out of orbit off the edge
Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that’s ever been said – yah

Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead – yah

Yah … guillotine – yah … guillotine – yah

Head of a trick in a bucket
Body of a trick in a bag
And thrown in the fire like fuck it
Gotta burn it before it goes bad
One too many times been disgusted
By the stench of rot is such a drag – yah

Get broke by the street like blood stained glass – yah
Choke on these nuts til the very last – yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes…
Guillotine – yah

Serial number, killing machine
The illest of means,
To an end built on the filthy sound
you’re experiencing – yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes…
Guillotine – yah

Tinted windows, bulletproof
The slip knot fixin rope to noose
To the grave stone grinder of cold steel

The passion that blinds me so I feel – YAH

Can’t let go, no it flows through our veins
Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains
And they all fall down – yah

DEATH GRIPS – Get Got

Get get get get
Got got got got
Blood rush to my
Head lit hot lock
Poppin’ off the
Fuckin’ block knot
Clockin’ wrist slit
Watch bent thought bot

[Verse 1]
Tail pipe draggin’ volume blastin’ bailin’ out my brain
Red light flash
Dem stop I smash
Abraxas, hydroplane, massive
Catch this flight flow
Rainin’ madness
Mastered mine and laced
The ave with black cat fish tailin’ waves of stratus
Curb right ta far left lane

Don’t wait for me, if I care
Bout anything, anywhere
Losin’ myself, I get the stares
What I’m lookin’ at, wasn’t there
(Wasn’t there)

Nothin’ out there
Can’t stay inside
Hit the bar, sleep deprived
Who drove the car
I’m still alive
Up in smoke, moon was low
How’d you know
Didn’t say I did
Whose is this, you know what this is.. but do you know

[Hook]
Fly inside out
Rot dem big shot simp slot shit but a one hit quick stop

[Verse 2]
So many ways
Ta skin the frame
Remember when
First got strange
Now I just think it life obey
So what comes next
Right away
(Right away)

Raise the cup, tilt it dry
Come black cloud
Cover the sky
Tongue thought pupil
Of your eye
Sickness moves you can’t deny
Lickin’ thought you mastermind
For mercy man cry

Yeah I’m knowin’ and
You know why
Nail thought mental
Ever dem try
Pigeon hole me get crucified
Can’t clone this edge
What’s it cost
To lose your head
Wit out end up lost
Should be askin’
Where’s the safe
Born wit a ski mask
On my face

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Lycanthropic manic cycles
Fire water burnin’ bibles
Wake up ragin’ call a taxi
Take me to the nearest city
Cell light up yeah get at me make it quick though blood im busy (get busy)

Drilled a hole into my head
Pierced the bone and
Felt the breeze
Lift my thoughts out
Dem sick bed
Wit a pair of crow
Skeleton wings
Know nothin’ since then
It seems
Been floatin’ thought
The nexus threadin’ dreams

DEATH GRIPS – Fuck That

Third rail
Over one nine breaker
Slit throat, cut creator
Hung from dem nail
Hang em high
Savior faire
Trans-Siberian epic
Trek through dat next switch
Set it off the roglyphic
Jackal headed dawn of the under
Check it, check one check
You can suck it
Till I get disgusted

Fuck that, naw fuck that

At me wit that weak shit
Bitch slapped
Across the street and back… head crack
Wanna know where I’ll be at whatever

Get off mine I got that juice
Noo style cut your brain stem as my combat boots
Grind your head to the cadence of this dreath stompin’ mu
Sick as fuck contagion wagin’ war with all you knew… bitch

Mossberg ballistic flux massive
My shure beta 58a hazmatted
Pump pump slugster radioactive
Ride through a mine field
Laced wit black magic
Straight from the mayday…
Naw fuck that (one)
Broke off its axis, polar shifted granite
Knock made ta off
Every last bitch on this planet
Fuck that, naw, fuck that

Came ta bad dem brains til dem neck bones crack
Arrested cardiac
Black mass murder rap
Dealer push your wig
All the way back
Head wear your face like a yamakulapse
Never can tell
Where you’re at
Eyes stuck on the sky
Always gettin’ jacked
Tryin’ to look in the mirror like..
Fuck that, naw, fuck that

DEATH GRIPS – Double Helix

So you really wanna know how I freak it…

Bangin’ bones on Roland
Jungle rottin’
Chicken skeletal system bombin’
Unidentified genre abductor
Hit it from the back
Formula fucker
Hooded executor of
Cookie cutter
Can’t wait ta pull dat trigger shut gunner

So you really wanna know

Cock the hammer
Droppin’ thunder
Double helix stopper under
Influence of dat
Head knock what a
O fuckin’ g, whata uh
O fuckin’ g, fuck it up
Bitch you don’t know me
Run it blood ride reel ta reel low key
How’s it feel, feel, feel, easy
Make it bloody, make it bloody
Ain’t really nothin’ else
I see any more
Gone in the cause
I’m bleeding for

So you really wanna know…
So you really wanna know how I freak it
Double helix

Live in a trance can’t see you
Don’t want to anyway anywhere
What’d you say forgot you were even there
Head float astray
Clear the air
Be back when you think I’m gone
Blue jay way, don’t belong
Double helix phoenix
From beyond

So you really wanna know how I freak it

Rorschach ink blot
In the street
Skid row mark
Show me the beast
I’m the lust, you can’t hide
That balled up, fist gut inside
Strapped ta, suicide
Missions set off
With so much pride
You can see it
In a dead man’s eyes
So you really wanna know…

No maps wit directions
No answers, just questions
Second guessing everything you swore was so can’t
Tell you what ta do
But I’ll tell you why I threw
All the rules out da window
And took an oath to be true
Wit da one and only view
A man can ever truly know (know)

So you really wanna know…
So you really wanna know how I freak it
Double helix

Been there and back
’nuff tracks I am
The rail to the road
We run like scam
Drop it on the one
And it’s on like damn
Well I never thought
Uh huh, oh yeah
Like I didn’t know
Wake up young blood
Ain’t nobody sleepin’
And they never was
Off the cliff in a blur of black blood and hoodou hexin guts
I thought you heard dem ghetto birds hollarin every time I bust
Swallow it down and lap it up can’t do that, I’ma have ta cut
Double…

So you really wanna know…
So you really wanna know how I freak it…
Double helix

DEATH GRIPS – Culture Shock

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Useless information occupies every open space inside your skull
You know whats going on every day every night
Everywhere swear you’re so international

Upside down cross on the Jumbotron
Wait up, hold on
Blowing anthrax off my palms
Say what, you’re wrong

Switch stance, face plant
Napalm fire starters
Flatlander, plug puller
Nose dive turbulence chartered

You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slow
You’re the media’s creation, yeah your free will has been taken and you don’t know
Choke yourself, fuck yourself

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Never seen without one hundred
She’s a satanic priestess
Anarchy on ice freak flag flying faceless elitist
Crow on the down low end
Reppin’ Orion’s belt
Atlantis ancient vagina
Getting dusty on the shelf
Enter the pigs don’t get it
No hands I’m shattering jaws
Double nickles on the dime
Fuck glam can lick my balls

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Whatchya gonna be when you’re grown young blood?
Gonna be a mindless drone
Won’t ever have to think
No your head’ll be linked directly to your cell phone
The virus is alive, I can see it in your eyes
The infection is full blown

Career killer, double decker packed with suicidal brides
Four armed fury in a filthy dream about splitting your bitches thighs
Enters through unknowing eyes
Touch the key its in your mind
Can’t delete it and soon you’ll find
How bad you need it all the time

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Shiva slashin through your flat screen
Is nowhere for you to hide
Strangled by anaconda thumbs to the soundtrack of world genocide
My thoughts tie knots in silver spoons
Vampire on the rise
Punk a chump wit a cunt for brains platoon
In the zone and on the grind

Dead matter disposer from the mountains without peaks
Catch and release
Time released horse capsule swallowed to wake the savage beast

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

Gotta get them outta here now
Infected act so weird how’d you get it
You’re pathetic
Quarantine the virus

Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

DEATH GRIPS – Blood Creepin

Pass that shit

Hold on man park the car
I have no idea where we are
Think we may have drove too far
Yeah I can see they’re right behind us
But there’s nothing we can do
We can’t get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool … ooooh

They’re on to us but don’t look now
They think they’re bout to take us down
Fuck that I’m not going out
At the next corner turn left
Its time to handle this

I know where to go don’t trip
Have no time for that pussy shit
In a minute it’ll all be finished
What you don’t think I speak the truth
You think I could just be sitting here
Listening to Sonic Youth?

Anyway when they try to ride
On you thinking I’m gone
I’ll creep up on them from behind
And break them off one by one
And in the time it takes you to blink your eyes
Shit’ll already be done
But just in case anything goes wrong
Keep your right hand on your … oohh

So when they step up out the car
Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
But now I remember where we are
Do what I say and you’ll be fine .. oohh

To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin while you’re sleepin
Steady creepin, blood creepin

Shake the bottle, whats it hold
How many have I already sold
Hope not too much, cuz I feel insane
Need more than one to numb the pain

Slithering through my brain
Thoughts stuck on that train
Off the track and up in flames

Fuck it I’ll swallow these blue ones
Yeah and maybe this big one
And I may as well take a few more with me
Just in case I get some … oohh
Never know if they’re gonna want some
Oh you want one? Yeah no problem
Got that covered tramp, I brought ‘em … oooh

How it creeps up on me so slowly
I don’t notice my eyes rolling
To the back of my head and falling
Shit, somebody’s calling
Can’t answer the phone
Call them back when I’m ’bout to leave
Can’t think straight man I’m so fucking blown… ooohh

So when they step up out the car
Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
But now I remember where we are
Do what I say and you’ll be fine .. oohh

To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin while you’re sleepin
Steady creepin, blood creepin

Down the alleys in the middle of the night
I’m trashed, so high its hard to ride my bike
Might crash, whenever I’m this fucked up
Drunken monkey through the cuts
Who gives a fuck

So when they step up out the car
Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
But now I remember where we are
Do what I say and you’ll be fine .. oohh

To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin while you’re sleepin
Steady creepin, blood creepin

DEATH GRIPS – Blackjack

How I ride, why I ride, never really had to try
I, I, I… eeuuhh
Nevermind that, blackjack
Needle to the mainline junk prepared in a head that
Never came up for air
Fallin’ apart can’t get a grip
Don’t give a fuck if I did

Way shit goes
It’ll be just fine
Oh, oh, oh
How to rob men blind

Can’t do a thing but fold, yeah watch that [x3]
Can’t do a thing… blackjack

Comin’ from that hit me until
Twenty one makes
Your chips mine
Black jack don’t trip
You got the bill
Twenty one shots to your grill

Bow down or die every time I slap them thangs
Flat black chains rattlin’
Shawshank the box can’t be contained
Man came ta pick the lock
Empty the vault and leave no trace
Sleep don’t wake

Hit em low and keep rollin’ to the beat no breaks
Slow it down then accelerate
To hell its cake
Like sellin’ weight
No middle man
Made bitch mistakes
Blackjack

High king, ace, to knees the place put down by g’s raisin the stakes

You know what’s up
Straight
How the fuck is that?
Blackjack
You know what’s up
Straight

But don’t forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit
Blackjack
(Always keep my)

No need ta count the deck, I own it
Drop that lead chin check
To your dome it’s on black
Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap
Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke
Wit dat golden contact glove hold da smoke
Of most high fire bon tap tap
Can’t do a thing but fold, yeah watch that

Can’t do a thing but fold, yeah watch that [x3]
Can’t do a thing… blackjack

Don’t forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit

You know what’s up
Straight
How the fuck is that.. blackjack

Blackjack don’t trip you got the bill, twenty one shots to your grill