Death Grips

how i ride, why i ride, never really had ta try i, i, i ... eeuuhh nevermind that, black jack needle to da mainline junk prepared in a head that never came up for air fallin apart cant get a grip dont give a fuck if i did way shit goes it'll be just

Single strike cadence slip Once ill make you my bitch We dont want we take shit Hella zeros life elixir drenched All i need is my fix Fuck your idols suck my dick Im on my way out Pressin down the pillow till i can't hear you breathin For no reason F

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 ye

[Automated Voice] Doors and windows on Motions on [Intro] Sleeves Up my sleeves[x31] Up my [Verse 1] I take my life like I kept it Up my sleeves, never sounds like you meant it Up my sleeves, I take my life like any way I can fetish That's my fact Sn

get so fuckin dark in here i die in the process you die in the process kettle drum roll hard shit fuck i said fucker dont start shit i hover above you life pulled out your mouth opening of the mouth unlawful possession jellyfish in cold sweat deep en

whats that cant tell hand held dream shot in hell deep space ghetto (streets) show me somethin i aint seen before mystery hind that death door juke step electrocute the floor whats the science on flyin that high got a no-no goin, one time creeps up b

goin back to Tangier with some jordans and a spear post-chrisitan shit post chicken or the egg addiction shit pass the sherm stick neo-reality be the freak you wanna see just dont follow me im on a journey to the center of three grab your fucking cha

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 - ya

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 tail pipe draggin volume blastin bailin out my brain red light flash dem stop i smash abraxas, hydroplane, m

how the trip never stops on and on its beyond insane why I set myself up in a ragin sea of flames you're fit ta learn the proper meaning of a beat down madness chaos in the brain let my blood flow make my blood flow through you mane you got no busine

[Hook] I got tomorrow coming I got, got, I got I got tomorrow coming I got tomorrow coming I got, got, I got I got tomorrow coming In Birds Fuck you [Verse 1] I've got a bluebird It might die It got wetted I stayed dry I'm not trying to use my mind I

give a fuck whatchya heard, yeah fuck whatchya heard, fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb what, what... but you dont hear me though run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out of control whatchyou know ?out bubbli