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Death Grips (Next Grips)
(专辑: Death Grips - 2011)
I've told you that I'm Lightning But you keep hanging around If Lightning ever catches you (All right) He's got to put you down (All night) About six feet We bring this for the
ones who fiend to see the
truth taken back in pain The
weakness of this scene of fucks who lack the
nuts to claim The
streets from which that real shit comes to put you up on game What's your name? Check it, bitch, it's Death Grips Gutter rapping, anti-sleeping, no half-stepping Low life creeping, high-def freaking detonation Set it off, no hesitation, audio invasion But fuck that, can't thrust that to a
beam, that shit had to go Machine that lick and let 'em blow like cream, black It's the
magic host self-ream tactic What the
fuck? I
mean that shit (All night) (Ride through your sk-sk-sk-) Executors of that next shit Nest eye to the
left shit That melt your face Till your bloody neck gets ripped headless Death Grips! Bow down and take this what you get bitch Rest in bits as I
pace up and down the
low end of the
bass Stomping rounds, automatic fire sounds in your face Rip them fakes out their flesh Come test this, get this straight, no escape Rigor mortis, dead weight Strung up and hung by hell-tensity drum Bitch slap negative space You thought that it makes through a
cut That bit only info can create To properly uno, dos, trés (Death Grips) Ride through your sk-sk-sk-skull Took hit to the
face Dead weight off the
hook, don't hate Shook out your footsteps and put back in your place (All night) Triple X
heat the
rain in which we move While they choose to get used everyday Running highs you might break if their own reek of fear Why you wish we were here While I
say, "Get the
fuck out my way" Fit to get cut by fist gut if you stay Thought you was on top, but not no more That's right, whore, we're fucking you (All right) Fucking you Thought you knew we had shit locked to the
beat street don't stop Licking shots for the
old school freaks doing the
robot Hear this devil spit next lower heat blowing up yo' spot Fear high drop to your knees, trick, you know what we want That's right, bitch, best believe this that shit you forgot Ever was, but it is through my blood, need that fix (All night) Gotta catch that but lead off that high head row Give me the
mic and step back, cuz Need to rip that, watch me bust Where you going? Not knowing till we get there Jack 'em off of it The
sword what you're holding till you get well Have to hit 'em off with all you know and got that gold that make it cracked again Control this while I
hold this enema death they set my casket in Growing like oceans, epileptic sex, can't get past this shit Spiraling too much, on like king of the
cleaners liquid acid trip What's up with that next shit? It's Death Grips Illegal spit fire bum rushing you're tired as fuck Give it up, I'm here, look, don't touch why We're done and whip that, fuck you I'll cut you, don't try it, can't deny it Cracks off every time that you bite it Try to fuck when I
don't buy it What's up with that next shit? Yeah! It's Death Grips Try to board this train like "What's your name?" Check it, bitch Jack the
rip in a
brain That's just shrunken head trip What's your name? Tic-tacking J-just status (Death Grips) Nuclear fallout flesh and fire in the
hole Death Grips is some thrash, it goes right through your sk-sk-sk-skull (Told you that I'm lightning Told you that I'm lightning)
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