"Year Of The Snitch" (2018)

Death Grips Is Online lyrics - Death Grips

I’m doing handstands on her trans am
Pretty pretty nine, spinning spinning blind
Fitting into crime, itch to fuck and grind
Death Grips is online, drinking from its spine
Living till I’m fine, pretty pretty nine
Color me a cult, echo in my throat
Cut it for a smoke took it for a spin
Spun it out to float, blew me as a friend
Fuck it I’m a go, Death Grips is online
Black Madonna womb, collar for a goon
Suck it till you’re stole, steal me a new role
Hunger of a chain through this mud cling
Don’t let you pose on a blue rose
Lick a lick a grim set it chrome again
Chemical to learn load it up and gleam
Sprinter out a curve shooting up a scene
Bitter end to share, blotter in the air

Punks get nailed all in the daytime
And I got good friends who love to headline with a

Pretty pretty nine pity pity motherfucker
Pretty pretty nine in your city motherfucker
No laws here air soft start popping off
That flack get quit snitches wear
Pretty pretty nine
Pretty pretty nine

Punks get nailed all in the daytime
And I got good friends who love to headline with a

Dirty dirty strip mall sugar
Melody to hail, symphony to dick
Jealousy to file entropy to flip
Felony you buy, Indica I rip
Hella hella hot flagging like i’m not
Vanish as I can damage as I been
Ultra other shit minus all the trim
Catalyst to milk memory to stiff
Break it to the hilt fuck it like a kiss
Paper tiger boss pussy wanna front
Shake it like the law only cool to hunt
Take it like a hint miss it get the dick
Climber get a jerk super ape as shit
Nightly on a tram, knuckle white the stance
Phaedra ‘hind the cam work us in a trance
Lock us in her van drive us outer space
Day we never land, only thing I’ll taste

Punks get nailed all in the daytime
And I got some friends who'd love to headline with a

Pretty pretty nine pity pity motherfucker
Pretty pretty nine in your city motherfucker
No laws here air soft start popping off
That flack get quit snitches wear
Pretty pretty nine
Pretty pretty nine

Got good friends who'd love to headline

Flies lyrics - Death Grips

Drop the curtains soaked in shadow
More shade
Black, black paint
Drip freak freak seek seek so cold
Today
Black, black paint
Making sounds that don't deserve us
Like blou
Black, black paint
Those are my Satanic urges
Right now
Right, right now

I'm down for
Boom, boom boom
B-boom boom boom
Sic-sic-sic-sic
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
Dreaming, feigning

Raised up over out my smoke
Black paint
Black, black paint
I am gonna take your coat
Say thanks
Black, black paint
Sick people felt light up your eyes
Somehow
Black, black paint
Those are my Satanic urges
Right now
Black, black paint

I'm down for
Boom, boom boom
B-boom, boom boom
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
Dreaming, feigning
Changing, cheating
Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, together’s unwise, sever all ties
Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, vomit green eyes

Half-lidded coolers, half lies as cures
Warm blanket statement, Denver air terminal patient
Rubberized, skin rubberized
For your entertainment, got two cents save it
Dozing at the helm, road paved with vagrants
Closed casket make up, lavish euthanasia
Necro Winnebago, worship on shroom in safe zones
Hilo loose brown recluse, murdered out rainbows

Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, together’s unwise, sever all ties
Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, vomit green eyes

Cyanide protocol, capsule wipe too involved
Can’t hear answer I, try for wait signal my
Wait for my signal try, too late to whisper why
Besides don’t waste this fry, had to take it all at once
As yet unknown, as yet as fuck, back in the town
Now what, know what, no rush
So what, what now, fuck now

Blackish green spirits of Kraków
Only fog I’ve felt with features
Exception complexion of silver drinkers
Oppressive dense fog with modest demeanor

Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, together’s unwise, sever all ties
Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, Vomit green eyes

Demeanor
(Raise the dead, raise the dead)
1, 2, 3, 4
Boom, boom, boom...
Hey, hey, hey...
I don't have enough power
I was staring right at her
H-hold, h-hold, h-hold

Black, black paint
Black, black paint

Black, black paint
Black..

You think I could hold
This statue off the balcony
I think I'll stay a while
Spin the bottle

Boom, boom, boom...
Hey, hey, hey...

I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
Dreaming, feigning
Changing, cheating

Black Paint lyrics - Death Grips

Drop the curtains soaked in shadow
More shade
Black, black paint
Drip freak freak seek seek so cold
Today
Black, black paint
Making sounds that don't deserve us
Like blou
Black, black paint
Those are my Satanic urges
Right now
Right, right now

I'm down for
Boom, boom boom
B-boom boom boom
Sic-sic-sic-sic
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
Dreaming, feigning

Raised up over out my smoke
Black paint
Black, black paint
I am gonna take your coat
Say thanks
Black, black paint
Sick people felt light up your eyes
Somehow
Black, black paint
Those are my Satanic urges
Right now
Black, black paint

I'm down for
Boom, boom boom
B-boom, boom boom
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
Dreaming, feigning
Changing, cheating

Boom, boom, boom...
Hey, hey, hey...
I don't have enough power
I was staring right at her
H-hold, h-hold, h-hold

Black, black paint
Black, black paint

Black, black paint
Black..

You think I could hold
This statue off the balcony
I think I'll stay a while
Spin the bottle

Boom, boom, boom...
Hey, hey, hey...

I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
I require privacy
I'm always thinking finally
Dreaming, feigning
Changing, cheating

Linda's In Custody lyrics - Death Grips

Trust me trust me you know us well
We purge herds of stunted cells
We nurse the worm until it swells
(Eat it like the devil's cunt)
First to kneel cursed to feel
Trust me trust us we know you will
Tide come crashing in like steel
Makes your passions taste so stale
(Eat it like the devil's cunt)
Cobwebs turn your insides pale

If significant piece of me spill
Little pinot pouring out my gills
Pass a carafe perhaps I’ll swill
My grief may leak but can’t congeal
Word nihil you know the drill
To last rattle on a long swig tail
Till last drop wind through mine like scales
Compromise your position become theirs

Day breaking glyph hissing
Sanity fucking bitch skinning
How do you say come to me
Hanging out with Linda
I heard she’s in fucking custody

Need new escape we’re a trained magician
I’ve just the uranium griffin
Land you there in ribbons
Where your thoughts stay hidden
Fair for a square made soft for digging
Word nihil you know the drill
Amp cooking guilt gives a
Thunder stealing window licker
Her moods big for real
Head hunting blunt kissing
Death dumping body gripping

Head hunting blunt kissing
Death dumping body gripping
How does she say come to me
Boosting with Linda’s in custody

Must admit shit’s not luck how we
Manage to elude locked up in county
Every chance a fuck gets I’m counting
Sleight of hand sleight of hand from the valley

Word nihil you know the drill
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Burns whoever she kills
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Word nihil you know the drill
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Her moods big for real
Eat it like the devil's cunt

A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a

Eat it like the devil's cunt
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Think you got the will to jump
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Eat it like the devil's cunt
Eat it like the devil's cunt

Ha Ha Ha lyrics - Death Grips

D-d-d-d-destroyer
D-d-destroyer
Destroyer

I'm at Glow Bowl, in a wet fuck hole
Where the 1994 hobos throw
69's and the bitches shout
I'll fuck you when I wanna hang out
Tell the princess eat shit and die (ownage)
Not in public, hoe, I'm still high
These pigs are crazy, dog
This narc at the dyke bar in a slow car
Looking like a hedgehog
Sluts go sonic (ownage)
Tryna dick your mom and shit
I'll do anal in the pit
Repulsive as a benched knick, show your titties and I'll spit
These chicks are crazy, god

Hate you on a fucking whim, turning into you again
These pigs are crazy, dog
Make a god a better man, no one hates you better than
These chicks are crazy, god
You're so amazing, ha

Ha-ha-ha, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Feel me, feel me, feel me)
(Slap, hey, slap)
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Feel me, feel me, feel, feel me)
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Slap, hey, slap, ha-ha-ha)
Kiss me

It's my Liberace starter kit
Got her hard like Spartacus
Put a bitch under my wing-a-ling-a-lang-lang-lang
Look bitch, fly like thus
Dope man's dry, oh yeah right
Don't trip mark, yo this my part
I got green David Letterman's, dick like zen
Remember when you fainted at the bargain bins
Party time (ownage)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Good news to hell
My Toyota with some bells (ownage)
Pussy so wise
She's trying to bump two queen drugs right between the eyes
Ownage, ownage, ownage, ownage

In a wet fuck hole
With my feet kicked up so my hair can grow
My steeze is crazy, dog
And I'm in bitch house
Talking 'bout how I'm not tryna hang out
Her steeze is crazy, dog
(So crazy
S-S-So crazy
S-S-So crazy)
I think I'm crazy, dog
Put a bitch under my wing-a-ling-a-lang-lang-lang
Put a bitch under my wing-a-ling-a-lang-lang-lang
You're so amazing, ha

Ha-ha-ha, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Slap, hey, slap, ha-ha)
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Slap, hey, slap, ha-ha)

Doing, doing, doing, doing, gniod, gniod, gniod, gniod
Doing, doing, doing, doing
[*beep beep beep, beep beep beep*]
[*beep beep beep, beep beep beep*]
You're so amazing, ha

Shitshow lyrics - Death Grips

SHITSHOW
Wanderlust refill this jill
It's scuzz I'm how to go there still
It's a shit show
Front row
Pint of snake blood heat you on one
I am many and we are none
It's a shit show
Both holes
I'm a chase a voice a freak man
This a brand not your boy leave man
It's a shit show
Eyes closed
Low am I the harm the wrong done
Night to regret till I'm on one
It's a shit show
Shit show

Greaser
I need scotch tonight
Slicker
Her bitch and your wife
Illness
Demons in my shoes
Sickly
I came here to lose
Quickie

It's a shit show

Head for this lap put my hands up
Weightless glisten press the cactus
It's a shit show
Shit show
Wink from this way to a live high
Lead when it's played like it is fry
It's a shit show
Two holes
End of you like think you're worth shit
Secret to throw these old curses
It's a shit show
Bitch no
This hole's a break through this new door
Waste of all day of a shit show
It's a shit show
Front row

Streaky lyrics - Death Grips

Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky, yeah

Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my

Don't throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she's a walkabout
Dreamtime announced
Don't leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she's a walkabout
Dream time announced
Booty on the outside

Can't double back, double stack, triple stack, jetpack
Low crack, low sale, grand prize, pay 'em gram, can't lag
Might pay to feed that, speed gap (oh my)
Lost highway, speed neck, seek Jane
On deck with no grease trap
High stake that, one-take track, can't fake that
Cut it back, go back, back, take that

Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside

Keratin on pants dried, good to paraglide, blare a fie
Surfin' through a tail pipe
Stick shift stun drive, turn on a tail light, sail like
Learn you how to dead right
Bounce with no downside, down for that joyride
Ghostride, bouta do a no rod, low ride, grip it like a cheetah fly
Bonafide creeper type

Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)

Don't throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she's a walkabout
Dream time announced
Don't leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she's a walkabout
Dream time announced
Streaky on the outside

Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside

Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me 'cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside

Dilemma lyrics - Death Grips (feat. Andrew Adamson)

February 20th, Los Angeles, California
I'm in the studio with Death Grips
They're working on their new album at Sunset Sound Studios
6650 Sunset Boulevard
They have a dilemma, but they'll win their dilemma

Dilemma

Butterfly ballistic, seax survival
Butcher kukri to trench homicidal
Can't say I buy them, just show up lately
Lately seem to stalk me like I'm yeti
Like scream of a haunted jetty
Let me be a haunted jetty
Cross I cry banshee like manic falcon
Shrill like losing time on Shasta Mountain

Thingany thingany, so jinx now
She's wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wild
Pinky ring, pinky ring, show it out
My suh-suh-suh-suh-suh style

Shine like sad hung from starry eyed gallows
Like day old glow of carbon eye shadow
Trembling young wounded mammal
Double edge gut judge choke on his gavel (Choke)
Jack slide leave atlantic puddles
Spade slip lives into stranded shuttles
I taxiderm shams with morbid shinto
This three quarter shank, one quarter disco (Choke)
Low res mega evil patina
Pattern maker of myth and trip weaver
Infamous nature in rags like reaper
Like midnight mounted by wayside seekers

Lovely, lovely, they're so blonde
It's ah-ah-ah-ah-on and on
Dusty, dusty, so far gone
I'm fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fucking wrong

It's ah-ah-ah-ah-on and on
It's ah-ah-ah-ah-on and on
It's ah-ah-ah-ah-on and on
It's ah-ah-ah-ah-on and on
It's ah-ah-ah-ah-on and on
It's ah-ah-ah-ah-on and on
These knives bleed knives
They cut me, I'll cut you
Below is above you
Above is below me
I'm dying to try on these knives
You don't know me

Dilemma
Dilemma

Thingany thingany, so jinx now
She's wahwah wah-wah-wah-wild
Pinky ring, pinky ring, show it out
My suh-suh-suh-suh-suh style

Little Richard lyrics - Death Grips

Little Richard took a picture
He got triggered by the click'a
He got beat up, he got bigger

Little Richard
Little Richard

Little Richard, he's in the dorms
He's gonna bomb and look good when he bombs
In the dorms
Maria Sharapova, yes
As good as anyone's guess

Little Richard
Little Richard

He just needs to A, B, C, and D
He just needs the world to be what he has seen

In the horn section
They hide weapons
Bottom of a white bic
Chewed up like a pig's dick

Little Richard
Little Richard

The Fear lyrics - Death Grips

I don't know dude, I just- I just drink blood dude

The fear (jump, jump, jump)
I'm gonna kill somebody (jump, jump, jump)
DON'T JUMP!

Downs you with dull pain
Won't we become strange
Tied up with your legs
Hide helps, on the way
Who will help you fall?
It's just all so frail
So long since we fell
Still don't know we failed
Go for the most tears
Stay cause it gets strange
Went there to shed years
Left there in lead chains
Been there since next year
Scarred us to death chair
Scared us to rest less
Skull full of house guests

The fear
The fear

I feel so sick today
I'm afraid to be here with you
You wanna kill somebody
I'm afraid to be here with you
I feel so sick today
I'm afraid to be here with you
You wanna kill somebody
I'm afraid to be here with you

DON'T JUMP!
Jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump
The fear

Pulled close by its pliers
Cold, sharp, and expired
Like ribs of vampire
Like winds on high wire
Whips you like it cares
Push you down more stairs
Kicks you for quick laughs
Don't cry you won't last (The fear)
Missing entire weeks
Months gone as I peak
Lost tongue, mystery
Everyone's on to me (The fear)
Who's this stole my heels
Stumbled into hell
Hates me till it heals
Wakes me with the chills (The fear)

I feel so sick today
I'm afraid to be here with you
You wanna kill somebody
I'm afraid to be here with you
I feel so sick today
I'm afraid to be here with you
You wanna kill somebody
I'm afraid to be here with you

Frightening and embarrassing
Like one percent and pleasantries
Gather your things bolt till you reach
The crystal fields of ketamine
I'll meet you there, I'll beat you there
Bet I'll be there before you leave
Time you get there I’ll be midair
Like peace of mind's a bore to me

The fear
The fear
Jump, jump
DON'T JUMP!

When the rail holds you
Flight like stairs grows you
Off your mind must wish
This is not my ditch
Ah that ditch wears you
Host torn and worn through
Hard looks at blank walls
Held way too long pause
The fear
The fear

Disappointed lyrics - Death Grips

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed

Called shots cheap shots
Slack jaws low blows
Weak chins chin checked
Chin up like cholos
No life signs left
Ah yes, try mine
This thresh hold thresh
Hold stretch life times
Machine human malformed machine
Uninformed unit forlorn regime
Metamorph me into done for at last
At least until my present shore has past

WHY ME?
WHY ME?
WHY ME?
WHY ME?
WHYYYYYYYY ME?

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed

Nut job, no job
Fuck jobs, not hired
Low lands, road rash
War path crossfire
Nonthreats, hot mess
Known threats, stalk less
Talk less, show less
Snatch yours trap doors
Ripper ripper skin tight, too tight
Too tight holding solid moonlight moonlight
Moonlight, kevlar coated slit moon, lunar gush
Lunar gush carry on carrion never been far enough
Hocus breaking in and centering
Broke in and gave up on everything, everything

WHYYYYYYYY ME?
WHY ME?
WHY ME?
WHY ME?
WHY ME?

Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah disappointed

Rot clot your husk
Scorned husk born shook
Torn trick core breached
Shook fuck shit head
Bitch too short street
Shut fuck up or fed
Both you're

Disappointed

"Bottomless Pit" (2016)

Giving Bad People Good Ideas lyrics - Death Grips

[Intro - Clementine Creevy:]
I keep, I keep
Good ideas
I keep, I keep giving bad
Giving bad people...

[Chorus - Clementine Creevy:]
Giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas

[Verse 1 - Ride:]
Those who can’t adjust
Ten fold dismantled pus
Operandi minus modus
My phlegm you to dust
Dragon chaser
I’ll quit later
Asteroid to midnight powder
This like genocide just louder
Fuck who we going after
Fuck them, I’m a have to fuck them over
And the closer, shows over
Bet bitch much, you wanna bet, bitch?
Keep that o and x shit
Feed a narc my driveway
Don’t trip ‘cause I may

[Chorus - Clementine Creevy:]
Giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas

[Verse 2 - Ride]
I cough up locks, catatonic jingle
Mausoleum treatment, strands of chemo
Unwell out my slit gashes tempo
I’m crawling with swarming crescendo
Execution, my nerves I’m slurring
You deserve this, your worthless disturbs me

[Bridge - Clementine Creevy:]
I want you to next time
It doesn’t sound so bad when I say it in my mind
I want you to next time
It doesn’t sound so bad when I say it in my mind

[Verse 3 - Ride:]
Mutter, stagger, I’m in you
I got you covered, scatter, you’re meant to
Pull a lick real quick
Made off I fling
Shallow plots for senile kings
Cruelty keeps me even
I moan like flukes
Euphoria follows puke
I won’t pull my chute

[Chorus - Clementine Creevy:]
Giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas
Giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas

[Verse 4 - Ride:]
Lead heavy lead us, remedy us
Hem me, I suffer to catch reflux
I ingest reflux
Bile threshold, cortex deluxe
Torture me lust
Holding horses with bacteria, uhh
I’m downing this vial of old Siberia
Overtoning mysteria

[Bridge - Clementine Creevy:]
I want you to next time
It doesn’t sound so bad when I say it in my mind
I want you to next time
It doesn’t sound so bad when I say it in my mind

[Chorus - Clementine Creevy:]
Giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas
I keep giving bad people good ideas

[Outro - Clementine Creevy:]
Good ideas

Hot Head lyrics - Death Grips

Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head
Oh no, that pedagogue grab the microphone, ease back up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no

Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Oh no, hot head

Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head

Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence flog your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Now on, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Get used to fetch, I'll shoot, you catch
I snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attack

Give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out
Dive bomber, dive bomber
Clip a hundred doves like a bald-headed rasta
Clot of the dot, got a head a piranha
Give it up, give it up, give it up
My...
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota

My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, call me vapor
My cobra head draped in ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, crown me vapor
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, crown me vapor

Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head

Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence flog your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Now on, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Best get used to fetch, I'll shoot you, catch
I'll snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attack

Spikes lyrics - Death Grips

Headless
I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I drift like my planet don’t spin
I skid all over marks like I’m haunted
Rev it up, twirl my la la like profits
It’s never much, I’m war torn in the cockpit
Don’t interrupt, my turbulence slaps
My path massive demands panoramic
Massive
Shitty, you’re ten thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping
My hancock do-rag riptides like tent city
Standoff through low lands eerie silencing

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

Peel out, press me to magnetic slab
Severe swerving I tow lag
Off uncertainty 'til your zipper locks
My salvia silhouette commence shots
Sixty shots a second on this hexed clock
I strike ‘tween each time your solar plex drops

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

I’m skidding out I can’t help yourself
I skid in doubt I’ve dealt with yourself
I tricked hell out
I’m all helter skelter, I’m on that Faust
None of me left but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it’s fixing to bounce
Bounce, bitch, I can’t be the road
I’m crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
Maxed out my oath
Don’t blame me, I’ve no soul

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
Tall knives in my grill feel potent
My jigsaw manipulates you open
My skids rit rubbernecks agent orange
I skid like I’m no use
My headband expand like I choose juice
I binge, all black enhance my tragic
Ends to a means I can’t establish
Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
Cumulus in both hands, can’t kill myself twice
Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
I’m too passcode, these gates won’t stay closed
Control gets old, I smash out my skin
My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I’m finally astral now, grab my stems

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

Warping lyrics - Death Grips

Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping

Influence executed
Mass execution, rapid improvements
Toothless accent, drawl of a shaman
Putrid fanatic ride out like famine
Luminescent rattles, thunder in vials
Choose your battles or end in piles
Braided fumigation, destitution ramped
Desiccated satyr make a massacre dance

Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping

Psychotropic steel trap, rock a beat up bears hat
Naw man, I don’t feel this and I shit on your guilt trip
Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of thorazine
Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor
Inhuman elitist decline your surrender
Sign of the freak thriving on a bender
Forbidden discipline, all lines disconnected
Vacated premises occupied by my death wish

Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping

Luster of entrails stacked and slung
Under cement veils my traffic hums
Compulsion on risers, your stranglers knuckles
Your temples buckle
Decompression silo inside this muzzle
Overdriven rituals on my torso, my infernal boro
If I went soft Glock to my navel
Flaws get knocked off, flaws get knocked off

Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping

Eh lyrics - Death Grips

Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I’m like, "Eh"
Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I’m like, "Eh"

Two letter text, translation: next
Skip that rerun like ya see one
Seen ‘em all get eh
Have you the slightest I.D. why?
You’re so trifling
Second I see you coming I’m teeth sucking like, eh
My voice, eh
See my reflection, eh
Invited, excited, eh, eh

Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I’m like, "Eh"
Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I must confess, I’m like, "Eh"

No one’s ever seen me feel shit but eh
Lil’ bits of eh gleaming like Piss Christ
Cover me like skintight
Why my rep is like why they might be right
I’m kinda sketch, I might
Shoot a glance at the desperate like
Then I forget shit like Death Grips like, eh
I wave them off, I wave them in
Gotta flake, I fuck ‘em off ‘cause I ain’t them
I’m like, "Eh"

Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I’m like, "Eh"
Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I’m like, "Eh"

My approach like I’m ghost-like
I’m out of focus ‘cause
I’m coated with the most stripes
Late movement on my trajectory
Anomalous like entropy
Make all things perforated
They apply iodine to trace this, I’m like, "Eh"

Posse up steadily feel your void split, I’m like...
Posse up steadily feel your void split, I’m like..."Eh"

Who you think you are?
Fucks like, "Do you know who I am?"
Fucks fail to understand
I’m like, "Eh"
Who put your obese flex on ice?
Whose effortless corrupts your dice?
Who does you just like I told you?
Tell me, what’s it like, I'm like

Don’t be a, don’t be a
‘Bout mummified worm in the sun
When shit’s up to me ‘cause
I figure I’ll watch you urn, I’m not concerned
I’m on leisure like, eh
I’m just on leisure
Why fuss don’t be a medical procedure
Just stamp my fucking visa
I’m way too loose like
Catch me hanging from my noose like, eh
How I vandalize full moon like
You’re so serious ease off
I don’t feed animals, you seem lost
I’m offended like, but in the end I’m like, eh

Bubbles Buried In This Jungle lyrics - Death Grips

Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant

Oh, bitch try to creep like ivy
Oh, now ivy don’t like me
Candle gone out, ignite my horns aglow
Let a vet rap a bullet through your buttonhole
You’re making me uncomfortable
Slumber terror my cavalry
Sandman point you down to me
Hesh made make the rest stiff atrophy

Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck

Act accordingly, I got a quota
High noon smoke rings, no high rollers
Brought your forecast and a shovel
Bubbles buried in this jungle
Bubbles buried in this jungle
Bubbles buried in this jungle
Polar jungle frozen punters
All my sculptures look so flustered
Code swallow dick, go get your boss
Security turn green ‘cause I never floss
Fuck everything or I up the cost
Lack pedigree, my index push pause
Notch can’t talk, I’m smearing mute
Don’t have shit locked, I hear the proof
Petty formula never amuses me
Fuck if I ever let a bitch get used to me

Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck weak, no respect, no chance
Wick wick cease and desist when I chant
Fuck

Trash lyrics - Death Grips

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

I'm cloaked trash
Poker fucking polygraphs
My dirt so baked, man menstruate
After each take test, say I passed
That’s trash, I’m trash
Kind you mine to trade for cash
You’re trash, born trash
Eye you close, all I see’s more trash, mi amor

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

Stoked ain’t shit
I was over that for this whole shit
Taste of my blood bliss
Fuck who I wasn’t
Commodify my lack of progress
Specifically the process
But this lukewarm elixir
My blood’s real shit, sir

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
Be it motel six to vogue vino trash
Local comcast to shit vevo ads
From upper mid to been repossessed
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

This side of my machete
Fall out mercury confetti
Ebony skies, I died already
Liquor store counting pennies
I’m in motion, do you savvy?
I exhume ‘cause it relax me
Watch you think ‘bout that? Don’t fight it
Smell me though, fucker quiet
Cyclone in a gortex shell
Audio input for my spell
Show up for what? This cig’s too plush
Long as my smokescreen’s holding up
I hold this down like high contrast
Stills taken from shade on flash
I’m so shade tree it makes me laugh
Every time you reply that’s fine

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

Lawn glad stretch 'til it sag like breast
Off fat fucks stressed ‘cause they can’t compress
Extra bump this shit is sex, decrepit sex
Shit, I got something for this orchids

We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash
We know trash, we know clean don’t last
Never last when we load trash
We upload trash
Face down, trash begets trash

Houdini lyrics - Death Grips

Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)
Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)

Arsenic liquid chrome
My carcass for my throne
VCR saliva
Smog China
Swiped, alright, alright
Alright, alright
Invasive clinical
Wayside at intervals
That don’t stop
That okey doke stroke slid into pine box
Bloated bullshit I must maim
Ever met a prick on a metro trip
Get his hair did like a disco-tech
Guess at the v make a simp sweat cheese
What you want to drink can I need you yet

Fuck is that, a hairstyle?
This asshole be at pussy church, first
Fuck is that, a hairstyle?
This asshole be at pussy church, first

Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Three, four, fuck you, baby
Disjointed Houdini baby
Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)
Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)

Wake up or flung ‘cause I’m detonation
In your head boom I spray like girl who whip her device
Fuck a warning, that bores me
I’d rather get blazed, I detest you always
Come test me, fucks get sliced
Caught a tiny cougar even she don’t wet
Dick get left but he leave real slow
Typical no clue he don’t grow
Official fuck no with a capital hoe
Wack hoes wanna piece so a bitch pose
Pack of putos got me rollin’ up my windows

Fuck is that, a hairstyle?
This asshole be at pussy church, first
Fuck is that, a hairstyle?
This asshole be at pussy church, first

Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)
Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)
Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)
Music use us fuck who’s this what
After before or does this just
Stay fucked, kay
(Baby, disjointed Houdini baby)

BB Poison lyrics - Death Grips

Obey me
Obey me
Obey me

I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my body clear
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me, obey me
I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my body clear
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me, obey me

Where's your heat at? It won't lit
I'm not surprised, check your thermostat, no digits
I drop a dime, you can have that, collect your tip
Go buy a rhyme and bring my cash back, you broke ass bitch

I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my body clear
Obey me poison

Never betray me, oh and while you're at it
Double my inhibitor, I can't hack it
Be my buffer, my habit hunger havoc
I digress, I can't live in this contagion
I spread into incisions on occasion
Heavily stricken witness visions
Omens wall to wall followed by a loss of any and all symptoms
It won't lit

You're like, "Hold on. Fuck, it won't lit."
Stay put, you're the wrong one, bitch don't fit
Too shook, you're flows off blood, this won't hit
Got no hook, true or false, though you can't spit
Bitter face, Frida Kahlo the Costco remix, you're a case
All you got though free shit, what a waste
How can you not know? So which is it: love or hate?
You'd rather not know why shit won't lit, fucks hesitate

I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my body clear
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me, obey me
I sneak up on me
I shed my shh
My shock, my body clear
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me poison
Obey me, obey me

Didn't mean to, I, I
Just assumed it'd be you, I, I
Never knew no idea, I, I
Was confused, excuses
It won't lit's a rubik's cubicle
For the new cog to chew off
To sulk with and flask on
How the sick with it put my mask on

Zach hit them off like, "It won't lit," they shit bricks
Bbpoltergiest don't touch this, don't insist
Favorite the copyright then go home, bitch, no homeless
I'm in your house like, "Oh shit, I own this"
I'll kick your ass out, don't bitch, bitch, it's winter, bitch
Take my trash out real quick or live in it
Where's my cash out promo slip? I'm skipping shit
When I'm tacked out, my it won't lit's it won't lit

Three Bedrooms In A Good Neighborhood lyrics - Death Grips

I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
Nylons on
Side bitches don’t
Your table through my
My body through your
Three bedrooms in a good neighborhood
On fire like a margarita made out of wood
She got solar panels for thirty cents a watt
In the future, there’s a party from the past, she’s a cop

I’ll jail break ADX with a blank tarot card
Same card pull your hoe card like Zoltar
Two crystal balls dangle from my boneyard
I’m niagara falls flowing crowbar
La la la la, I got folsom bars
Tour flows urinal take a dive bars
La la la la
Go down in the fifth you service town car
Swiftly service me, bitch it’s called outlaw

Nylons on veal
Side bitches don’t heal
Your table through my head
My body through your bed
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
Three bedrooms in a good neighborhood
On fire like a margarita made out of wood
She got solar panels for thirty cents a watt
In the future, there’s a party from the past, she’s a cop

This private ocean I carve
I’ll carve this bitch into high art
No say bitch made state of mind art
My murder spree murk out this conk
Albert Fish gaunt sunk out this conk
Strictly ugly fuck for your cunt
Cunts over easy and more blunts
Thermal strong arm gravity sink bong
Head games with an only child
I foghorn devils devils jelly
Felt me, unbelt me, bombard your belly
Force feed me through your telly
Cyborg swelling pregnant can’t abort

Nylons on
Side bitches don’t
Your table through my
My body through your
Nylons on veal
Side bitches don’t heal
Your table through my head
My body through your
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
Nylons on
Side bitches don’t
Your table through my
My body through your
Nylons on veal
Side bitches don’t heal
Your table through my head
My body through your

Ring A Bell lyrics - Death Grips

America, America, now I’m coming Africa
My death is money
Whose bad? His bad
Who’s looking shitty? Not me
You think he’s listening? Probably
Mouthpiece on Sally’s like San Joaquin valley
Fuck your middle man, throw that towel in, you irk me
Yeah, yeah, go tell a friend
You’re irrelevant, ain’t shit but a skank
Skank way too far from her holding tank
Come on, girl, get your front on, girl
You rank A-list or so I hear
But no basic here, no safe bets here
Wouldn’t touch a fake bitch with latex here

She's so, she's so
She know we know
She's...

She’s so, she’s so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro
She’s so, she’s so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro

Party full of thirsty, lurkers hella worried
All in six high glass heels
Cinderella water hole climbing for a pot of goldie
Flip you for a twenty bill
Aim for El Dorado estimated arrival
Time it take a fuck to make a deal
Ain’t gonna make it though, try your luck in porn
You’re so thirsty, all you’ll ever earn is frills

Check two skeeze
Pop that pussy pitch into a tent
How those poles make you so bent
Push that cart peddles you ring the bell
Ring the bell though, hands full of dick
Use your elbows, door to door you sand every last floor
Deep as you can choke a quicksand storm
Lipstick lap dance won’t record

She’s so, she’s so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro
She’s so, she’s so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro

80808 lyrics - Death Grips

Air raid, I slang the math raider nation, black cab
Psychic radio also known as
Only channel in our mobile lab
I got that priceless touch, won’t cost you a fucking thing
Biter appear instantly, got pigs to feed
You see my pimp, she’s pissed at me
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Acquire this link, it’s a ringer
Cop my steeze, make yours much fresher or whatever
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Flock of pigeons come
I got crumbs, biters, bob, and slum

Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me

Fuck with me
I keep my street the same
Pave these potholes see no rain
Lately I seen rain fall close range
Ain’t no thing too clean don’t bang, besides
Can’t trust a man with cream as white
As hundred clean cocaine
I’m custom like you like
Biters in my sights

I got that priceless touch
I got that priceless touch
Aye doe, bite that, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe
Aye doe, bite that, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe
I got that priceless touch

Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me

I hardly notice them
I toss all bums generous portion of my goat
But I keep the bones
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Mastered by me magnified
My laughter fed back through your swine
Your forehead tat my hazmat tag
Serpent coil egg and flag
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Twins sat rows all identical
Not seen as a threat or so we’ve been told
I hold the key, I blame the key
Made me defame the mold

Aye doe, bite that, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe
I got that priceless touch
Aye doe, bite that, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe
I got that priceless touch

Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me

Bottomless Pit lyrics - Death Grips

I’m a fucking jug, close your circle with my hooves
I’ll snub you faster, I’ll fuck you in half
My gauge go true vulture
I hate you, I hate you colder
My hate crush your shoulders, but you feel me in your liver
My funeral’s all the blister, all corrosive and rupture
My lingo roaches fucker, I feast on you

I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half
I see you fiending marvelous
Gagballs drooling pools ‘cause
I see you fiending marvelous
Gag ‘til I’m all drenched
Gagballs drooling pools ‘cause

My cum hatch in you
Struck books of match in you
Subwoofer I’m dry humping
‘Lectrify me, I’m fucking
Apparitions fire
We desire agony exposure
Ground flesh in heat
Human flesh wreath can’t go nowhere
Too iron to rant, I lift my hammer
Drives us red, bottomless pit rising
Out and through my hammer, like the dead

I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half
I see you fiending marvelous
Gagballs drooling pools ‘cause
I see you fiending marvelous
Gag ‘til I’m all drenched
Gagballs drooling pools ‘cause

My hooves’ll snub you faster
I fucked you in half
My hooves’ll snub you faster
I fucked you in half
My hooves’ll snub you faster
I fucked you in half
My hooves’ll snub you faster
I fucked you in half

I see you fiending marvelous
Gag 'til I’m all drenched
Gagballs drooling pools
‘Cause this pit’s bottomless

I’ll bleed you through this tase, don’t get depressed, you won’t survive
I’ll reap you through this maze of masochists bulging with hives
Let this craving slave you bad appoint your fix
My chemicals molest your sanity anoint at risk
Death classic, bitch
Gag on it, bitch
I see you fiending marvelous
Gag 'til I’m all drenched

I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half
I see you fiending marvelous
Gagballs drooling pools ‘cause
I see you fiending marvelous
Gag ‘til I’m all drenched
Gagballs drooling pools ‘cause

I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half
I fucked you in half

"The Powers That B" (2015)

Up My Sleeves lyrics - Death Grips

[Automated Voice:]
Doors and windows on
Motions on

Sleeves
Up my sleeves [x31]
Up my

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
Snatch it, only as directed
Snatch it, cause I got the queen's tits
Up my sleeves
Snatch it like you're the queen's bitch
Up my sleeves I hold your ground with my perch
Up my sleeves fill my soul, quench my hearse
Up my sleeves
I don't wanna
Cut mine off
I don't wanna
Fuck you back
I'm rolling
Oh, my agony's priceless
I take my life any way you can slice this
Snatch my shame and fetish
Got it in discretion for effect
For effect
Snatch my shame and I connect
Disconnect I'm a
I'm the wretch Maya

I've always known
I've always known

If you can't snatch my fetish, I'll FedEx it
Notify me when you miss it
I'll be on my liquid
Pickled but lavished
If you'll miss it, I'll track it
My fetish like magic
Feel contrived to see you snatch it

Snatch my, fetish, I keep it up my

I'll ever know
Was like I even wanna know
Was like I didn't want to know
Was like I never didn't know
Was like I never I don't know
If I'm so necessary
Blank blank obituary
At Broadway cemetery
At Broadway cemetery
Was like all I'll ever know
Was like I didn't want to know
Was like I never didn't know
Was like I never I don't know
If I'm so necessary
Blank blank obituary
At Broadway cemetery

Tsk tsk tsk
My terracotta army
Dis arms me
Dis owns me
Also
Also also
Mr. Ripley told me
You play highway hocus
Ain't much more highway can ride me
My dead mother in my dream
Remember when December blew her ashes 'cross my jeans
Off these chains
Some things only I have seen
Some people only I have been
Used to know who I was
Fuck if I knew who that was
Pay no mind illogical
Just don't die in a hospital
Oh YEAH
I should be worried
Oh YEAH
I'm temporary

Don't know what I do
I'll tell you how I knew
I've always known
I've always known

I was conceived, by my disease

Up my sleeves
Any how
Any more
Any one
Anything
Any where
Any time
Snatch my fetish

Sleeves
Up my sleeves [x31]
Up my

Nothing you can offer
I ain't hocked
Up my sleeves
Every things nothing to me, I'm knocked
Up my sleeves
I abstain from being and succumb
Up my sleeves
Don't feel none, I flog the remedy
Up my sleeves
Alchemy for your bodily
Up my sleeves
Nonsen sically
Up my sleeves
Got a pendleton on my valley
Up my sleeves

I came to free your bodily up my sleeves [?]

Billy Not Really lyrics - Death Grips

Oh, why me why me, oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need all these hairs can't stand by these
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need all these hairs can't stand be thee

All my palm lines running, stretching
Cross my palm like blind cross etching
Palm mummified, cotton era filming
Bronze my palm now, all brown palmed now
Visits some medium
Won't come near me
Treats me like a meteor
She scares me
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really

Yo, oi, yo
Ooo, ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia
[x2]

Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need all these hairs can't stand by these
Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need all these hairs can't stand be thee

Every movement after sudden movement
Déjà vu abducting
Sucky sucky
Sticky psyche touching
So many sensory
Dripping dripping dripping splashing splashing happening
Already
Now, now, Billy, not really

Oh, why me, why me, oh, I mean oh my me
Don't see why I need all these hairs can't stand be thee
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really
My bony
Now, now, Billy, not really

Amnesia

Yo, oi, yo
Ooo, ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo
Raw
Yo, oi, yo
Ahh
Billy, Billy, not really
Yo, oi, yo
Amnesia

Odd man
Tsunami feral
Get barreled in other worlds
No hand in sea of pearls
Buried in frozen Jheri curls
Odd man
Herzog
Shootin' solitaire
No hands
Have one over
Shocker glares
Zulu somnambulic stare
Flick up my wrist
Ooo, shit
Ooh, ah-ooh shit
Phantom lips
Crude lips
I'm in eyelid exclusive
Flick up my wrist
Ooo, shit
Ooh, ah-ooh shit
Flick up my wrist
Aw, shit
Ahh
I'm not shit

She turnin' telly
Through the shriveled button quest jaundiced yellow
She's your experience with you're experiment
No false symbol flied glit in oh please shock me so sorry falsetto
You're her experiment
She's your experience

Black Quarterback lyrics - Death Grips

I'm so black quarterback throw off this at
By his badge, blend my organ for juice
Pipes vic-ed monkey to my boots
Approached me, licking his fur
Whining "I demand a word"
Swine must be the all the way halved
Turn your way in down its crucifix
Clocked him so fucking hard
Gearest heartbeat for its
Is that so?
I'm like, "Go ahead, blood"
But my mind's on my wrist
5 minutes past, might have to make you my bitch
You just don't fucking want to
Wait about this
Comfort over freedom, pay for path to leads to having a
Freedom over comfort, give you back so much to resolve this law
Xerox man dressed in gauze spiders silk in menopause
Mustache showered with applause
Spruced up birds like ducktail sauce
Dowland crow
Laughed it off
Blisters on
By your boss

I'm so black quarterback, parallel albino
Black quarterback in all black
He's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback in all black, albino

Eddy baby, Eddy's crazy
Kadabra, abrogate me

Tude blut bake on absolutely
Tude blut bake on absolutely

Fat is Betty
Matey meaty
In over our heads in sleepy
Autobahny
What deceiving
As our comrade is leaking

Angling of the
Landing of the
Kicked under the
Vacant on the
Me versus the
Losing to the
Cackling like the
Crackling smoother
Cool despite the
Abusing the
Lunar as the
Space between the
Fucked beyond the
Eddy Asner
Head that wears a sound

I'm so black quarterback, parallel albino
Black quarterback in all black
He's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback in all black, albino
Black quarterback in all black
He's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback

Eddy baby, Eddy's crazy
Kadabra, abrogate me

Tude blut bake on absolutely
Tude blut bake on absolutely

You call this speed and turn the door off
I can't believe it
Meet you in artex fetus
Romulus and Remus

Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all black
Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all black

Say Hey Kid lyrics - Death Grips

I do what my people would
Because my people would
But only if my people could
I would if my people would

I do what my people would
Because my people would
But only if my people could
I would if my people would

Happy's perfect
Perfect's tame
Tame and cashmere go together
Cashmere makes perfect better
John and Shelley, my people would never

Don't it feel good to drive a bus?
People need to get picked up
Pride your uniform and stunt
You do what my people would grunt

Don't it feel right to sell a tent?
People like to tell your scent
Pause the bus, put off your yell
You yell at my people would say

Hey
It's a party
Come early if ya lonely
Say hey kid say hey don't you OD

Say, hey, don't you OD
Come play dead
Say, hey, don't you OD
Come play dead

Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Hey kid!
Come play dead (x2)

I do what my people would
Because my people would
But only if my people could
I would if my people would (x3)

Support, gravity, my people would
Support, gravity, my people would

But what are my people for?
Your wife has a lovely neck
But what would my people suck?
If they would I could I guess

I guess her neck's the best
Her neck's just the best
Hello there, hello there
I'm perfect now and then

John and Shelley are my friend
They know what my people for
They know your wife's neck's my cure
No question, I'm sure

Hey
It's a party
Come early if ya lonely
Say hey kid say hey don't you OD

Say hey don't you OD
Come play dead
Say hey don't you OD
Come play dead

Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Hey kid!
Come play dead

Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Hey kid!
Come play dead

Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Hey kid!
Come play dead

Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Say hey kid
Hey kid!
Come play dead

Have A Sad Cum BB lyrics - Death Grips

(I, I, I)
666
Blood
666
Have a sad cum, bb
[x2]

Wasting time feels god
Wasting time feels good
Ah
Feels
Put
Shoot it up
I'm busy, ooo
My
Just shoot it up

I'm busy, ooo
Black, black
Birds
I'm busy, ooo
[x3]

(I, I, I)
666
Blood
666
Have a sad cum, bb
[x2]

This instant has an awful end
No
You
Feel
Shoot it up
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

I'm busy, ooo
Black, black
Birds
I'm busy, ooo
You
[x3]

I'm busy [x4]

Wasting time feels god
Wasting time feels good
Have a sad cum, bb

(I, I, I)
666
Blood
666
Have a sad cum, bb
[x2]

Fuck Me Out lyrics - Death Grips

Get that call
Can’t hold shit down
Fuck it all
I’m going down
I use me up
Ain’t worth shit now
Truth be told
Fuck fucked me out

Death, fuck
Let’s fuck
Just don’t touch me
Just fuck-fuck me
Fuck me out
Why don’t you just fuck-fuck me out

Fuck-fuck me
I ain’t shit
I know it
That ain’t shit
Either
Fuck-fuck me
Deceiver
I believe you
Every time
No one believes me
But that’s alright
I’ll prove them right
Like these fucks
Like these fucks

Come at me like
Can’t hold shit down
Fuck it all
I’m going down
I use me up
Ain’t worth shit now
Truth be sold
Fuck fucked me out

Death, fuck
Let’s fuck
Just don’t touch me
Just fuck-fuck me
Fuck me out
Why don’t you just fuck-fuck me out

Well I’ll be
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I’ll take you there
I’ll meet you there
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Don’t need it there
Don’t matter where
We’re there first
So what you worth
Not what you bought
Just like I thought
You ain’t got shit
Yeah, I got this
Fuck, fuck riff
I got a complex
Just for you to
Have and hold
Like deuce deuce
Catch no no
Yes, yes, yes you should just
Fuck-fuck me
Yes, yes, yes you should just
Fuck-fuck me
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Get that call
Can’t hold shit down
Fuck it all
I’m going down
I use me up
Ain’t worth shit now
Truth be told
Fuck fucked me out

Death, fuck
Let’s fuck
Just don’t touch me
Just fuck-fuck me
Fuck me out
Why don’t you just fuck-fuck me out

Fuck bloom bam, fuck bam blew, fuck boom blam
Fuck new glam, fuck glam new, fuck goon gland
Fuck fluke flam, fuck flam fluke, fuck half shoe
Fuck glim sham, fuck gam through, we statue
Fuck well-well, fuck our well, we’re idiot
Fuck well-well, fuck our well, we’re idiot
Fucks buy us, fuck bind spell, we cakewalk
Fuck suspect, we foretell we seance
Fuck he she they we make me feel
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Woe is why us he she they fuss
Blah, blah, blah — fuck
Wah, wah, wah — fuck
Woe is why them, why can’t reach us
Blah, blah, blah — fuck
Wah, wah, wah — fuck
We have never been our business
Why don’t you just
Fuck me out

Voila lyrics - Death Grips

My proper voila shadow gander
My shadow stigmata often
Left, right, up, step right up
Get your crisis rock bottom
Crack light priest wind fire dog
Melon impetered cellophane
Arms long as their legs
Even the greys can't
Oh

Voila

Maybe I belong to you
I'm sure you want me to
My shadow's onto you
Voila, voila
I can't make you like voila
I'll make you love voila
Make you make love to voila
Hole
Make you place your faith with voila
Hotel
Enough with what your temple knew
Help

I don't talk to the help
Help
Whose voila suits you too well?
Don't talk to the help
Help
Oh

My proper voila shadow gander
My shadow stigmata often
Left, right, up, step right up
Get your crisis rock bottom
Crack light priest wind fire dog
Melon impetered cellophane
Arms long as their legs
Even the greys can't voila
Oh

Voila

It's your lucky day, my shadow brûlées, voila
Aren't you lucky fuck my shadow gush, voila
You're a lucky spin my shadow spam voila
My shadow slither my shadow whisper voila
Live in my shadow while you wait to gasp in space
Gasp in my shadow like everything that lives
My shadow incubate everything that is
My shadow casts voila through every one of its kids

I don't talk to the help
Help
Whose voila suits you too well?
Don't talk to the help
Help
Oh

My proper voila shadow gander
My shadow stigmata often
Left, right, up, step right up
Get your crisis rock bottom
Crack light priest wind fire daughter
Melon impetered cellophane
Arms long as their legs
Even the greys can't
Oh

Voila

Big Dipper lyrics - Death Grips

Martyr for dollars pull the slot strip mall hollers buy a yacht
One for all all for not denial pays placebo bot
Kzap slap aristoclot traffickers of permastock
Then catwalk backwards out of the box
Through holes in my dirty socks
Scarecrow dialect dispatch on that shit kommando mix
Matte moxy subwooferish junkie maxi mumbai lit
Feng shui like fucks in that spliff
Impurified condcuct
Ionsphere r. mutt
By product deluxe

I’m a bullshitter
I’m a shitty stripper
I’m a silhouette lifter
I’m a struck stuck off kilter
I’m a bent bewildered
I’m a fucking downer
I’m a binge thinner
I’m a big dipper
Big dipper big dipper big dipper

Humanizer
Conscience wiper
Hypnotaser
Real tired
Ursa major
Significance minor
Me no filter
Sorta on icer
My godzilla’s epoxy prime red
I can’t feel your ego shiner
Vile of sickle shh shh shivers
Hypocritic big dipper

I’m a bullshitter
I’m a shitty stripper
I’m a silhouette lifter
I’m a struck stuck off kilter
I’m a bent bewildered
I’m a fucking downer
I’m a binge thinner
I’m a big dipper
Big dipper big dipper big dipper

Its my pyre agoraphobe if I want to afford to be consumed
This pyre’s my costume get too close it’ll lick you
Like it likes you cause it loathes you even more than I do

I Break Mirrors With My Face In The United States lyrics - Death Grips

I break mirrors with my face in the United States
I break mirrors with my face in the United States
Everything rigged at this place its not me
Don’t break my concentration with those thoughts baby
I don’t care about real life
Feel just like I look to you
Gawk at me all you see is you
Anyday trip mayday trip
Can’t break my face I’m in a state trip
Spit on you spit on me
All we know spit must be us
Spit fits us we spit and sniff
We sniff and clutch each other’s fate
I don’t care about real life
I break mirrors with my face in the United States
Too many mirrors share my face
Can’t braille which mirrors my mistake
Too many mirrors wear my face
These broken mirrors take my place
I don’t care about real life
Too many mirrors share my face
Can’t braille which mirrors my mistake
I break mirrors with my face in the United States

Inanimate Sensation lyrics - Death Grips

Inanimate sensation
Vantage perspective from objective it came from
Inanimate situation
No relation close liaison
No conversation, no social contagion
Bother me, wanna be comrade intrusive
I remain
Inanimate aloof skip
Counterfeit
Like no can do bitch

My vinyl vibrate higher than you, bitch
I represent, ain't meant to pursue which
One of you, oh you all wanna ride, well I ain't got room stress
While we continue to make shit tight the loosest

Blown out
Base

You got a minute
You're in my way
What's wrong
Wrong with who
So what's going on
Okay
Where you at right now
I'm not with you
Inanimate persuasion
Strictly still life with all of my occasion
Inanimate surge of inspiration
Glow like thermonuclear invasion
Compared to swapping thoughts regurgitation
I revel in lack of slightest acquaintance
No rancid level after taste inanimate negate opinion
As it unravel like enigmatic onion
Layers of interdimensional dominion

Blown out
Base

Yeah, bitch
My smoke, my butane
My boots, my headphones, my medicated noose
My deadroom, my schwartzwald hat, my Mac
My macaque skull, my lysergic stash
Empty streets at night, my bike
Apartment sink filled with dry ice
Condemned tenement, brandished rail spike
Disturb in flat noir and stale white
Grey cloud curled around my bearded compound like boa
One of two thunderbolt we ain't broke on tour
Concrète antique trapdoor twenty-four
Spots to get that get right
When I gotta get right some more
Type of get right I can't afford
I covet these things more than any living
I've never been

Blown out
Base

I'm so Northern California, I call scratch "bammer"
Pure overhander
Live show on a banner
Axl Rose in a blender
Slash on Satan's fender
Rick James on the cover
Running through your lover
Like mean Mr. Mustard
Stadium style
For those who came to jock
Watch that man salute you
Endless nameless Lady Godivas we snoop to
Like eighty-three mermaids in Brooklyn Zoo
Inanimate ghetto box we used to pimp through

Blown out
Base

Inanimate fixation
Obsessed with my demo tape collection
Inanimate riffs I'm glazin
Brag you're making music, naw, you're makin bacon
Skinhead, skinhead inna dublin
I like my iPod more than fuckin

Blown out
Base

Turned Off lyrics - Death Grips

I'm smoking cigarettes in the shower when they get wet i just light another
Fatal cardiac over cancer don't gimme no suffer
Steal me over feel me linger until i'm six under
Ain't a fucking thing sacred when i get naked

I'm lighting up like Vegas
All sevens king of pentacles
I'm chaining like its money dirty money surgeons general
As if my flesh keeps me prisoner
As if
I've been spinning chambers since the day I was born
Like whats it all for
Like why the fuck not
Fuck if I don't get off I don't know how to be caught

I'm turned off
Pah pow pah pow
I'll fuck you off at no cost
You're turned off
Pah pow pah pow

I'm turned off won't be back soon
Look up see my nuts slap the moon
I'm turned off like a myth
Can't look me up i don't exist
I spin the chamber tween my lips
I pull the trigger like a giff
I can't get hit I've never lost
I'm a rumor I'm turned off

My footprint precedes me follow me
I'm all the way over my species
My footprint so dropped it's bottomless
Species call my redwings apocalypse
You want this bitch i drop a bitch
Snuff your bloodclot metropolis
Trail of anonymous casualties
Pah pow boom mastery
I've been over that glass house
All my windows blacked out
Straight jacked up the fuck up
Guts up man down
My man stand down
I'm not with it
I drop liquid
Red light district
Can't be finished
You never started
You run for martyr
While I'd push harsher
Lose it more further
Lose it more nerder
Boom boom boom boom
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

I get off at all cost
I'm turned off
Pah pow pah pow
I'll fuck you off at no cost
You're turned off
Pah pow pah pow

Take off my shirt cause it hurt form of murder
Art of indifference trump consequences
Like first off I'm turned off
Pah pow pah pow

Trust me you can't trust me try trust me you'll see why
When I see you through the ringer my ringer catch deuce deuce
I repeat like pi my ringer catch deuce deuce divided seven times
I'll lead you to where am I
I get off at all costs
I'm turned off
Pah pow pah pow
I'll fuck you off at no cost
You're turned off
Pah pow pah pow

I get off at all cost
I'm turned off
Pah pow pah pow

Why A Bitch Gotta Lie lyrics - Death Grips

Why a bitch gotta lie? [x4]
(Why a bitch gotta lie?) [x8]

Try and tame, I'll ruin you, fucker, try your luck
Luck's on your side, you're feeling yourself huh fucker that about enough
Well, guess what fucker
Fucker try and game me, then
I'm end of your line I need an offering, you'll do just fine
I'm type A hell

Why a bitch gotta lie? [x4]
(Why a bitch gotta lie?) [x8]

Try and tame it's not about you, fucker
Don't make me make this about you, fucker
Try and tame me I dare you
Try and tame me how you dare you
I stand through you
Obviously
I laugh when you ask if you're under my spell
Obviously
I guide your demise like funeral sails
Obviously
My touch tied to strings that steer my figures inside out their wax
You pour I swill you're false like tears, priceless to feel my subjects crack

Why a bitch gotta lie? [x8]

Try and tame me I'll redirect
Ain't fucker tame me yet
Fit to try and tame me, be my guest
Just try and game me, bitch
Try and tame me I'm like so anyway
Try and game me I'm like no, not today
This bitch
Try and tame me I'll make you mine

Why a bitch gotta lie? [x4]
(Why a bitch gotta lie?) [x8]

Try and tame if you're so sure
Ain't dead or alive, ain't wore this floor
My floor tremble your voice
Silencer
I make your choice
I make no excuses, just fucking noise
Try and tame me maybe not up to you because
Can't tame me I'm proof of
Fuck you gonna do, scream?

PSS PSS lyrics - Death Grips

I saw you doing peace signs with the F.B.I
Might've tried that in the future before so don't lie
All dead dogs go to heaven cause the bitches let them in
They're just racist and they wanna fuck
God chills out cause she doesn't touch
This is where I don't come in
This is where I have been maybe
Have a sad cum, baby

[Hook:]
I fuck it out and I dip-dip-dip
Drop you like asses and you trip-trip-trip
I can't stop it when I drip-drip-drip
You can't stop it when you drip-drip-drip
I piss on your face like I'm PSS-PSS-PSS
You lick up the place like you're PSS-PSS-PSS
We pick up the pace like we're PSS-PSS-PSS
I'm the fuck you're chasing like PSS-PSS, PSS-PSS, PSS-PSS

My shit's been retarded since beginning of time
I'm up in your body like sickest one line
I'm the only thing ever on my mind
You're one of those things I never rewind
I'm coming out your pocket like carving pools
With my jewels
I'm throwing heebie jeebies like iTunes
The cars that go boom
These are my gold bars melted on spoons
My junk hits like martial law
You nod like true

[Hook]

If I were her and she was him we would go and fuck ourselves again and again
Life is very dangerous and it wants to rearrange us like your friends, like the end
Show me into Target and I'll show you how I bought it with my mind in my mind
Touch it out in the parking lot, fuck me while the whole world watch us waste our time

[Hook]

The Powers That B lyrics - Death Grips

I can't know what I'm bout to do
I'm what the fuck happens

[Chorus:]
I've got the powers that B
Running through me
My favorite color is oh my god bitch
I'm wearing black gloves through your mall I'm rich
You wanna check my pockets but

I'm what the fuck happens when shit happens
When a fuck gives under no circumstances
Off your clock shit memory persist a clock shit
Lick lick a shot shits cracking
I'm when shit happens cause i'm not acting
Like it like it or not I'm on that shit you're not
I'm this ceremony I gouge you till you're free
As my testimony to the powers that b
I can't know what I'm bout to do
When i can't know what I'm bout to do
I'm what the fuck happened
And i can't know what I'm bout to do
Until its too late for you
To steal my name bow down on cue

[Chorus x2]

I got on my shit kickers
Smoke coming out my fingers again
Can't fuck with the physical world
Cause i comply with the powers that b
I'm never over right now
My stretchers rollin I'm in the white house
The black light house I'm above this life now
I'm beneath me
Raised on short notice by the powers that b
Hook me catch me squeal me in
Gut me hack me crop your grin
Pack me sell me claim we're friends
See me on the street drop your grin
Squint your beady eyes and flinch
Like a sniveling shiesty snitch
Don't fret I know you're just a bitch
I get paid by the universe
Morbidly blasé when I'm not on display
Turn up my mic your hair turn white
I get paid by the universe
I'm on salary
You get no fucks from me
I run the company
On the powers that b
I get paid by the universe

[Chorus x2]

No I ain't shit and I like that
You want a statement i'm like why's that
You're parasites showing thats not my bad
You're bads pathetic your bads your price tag
Your bads embedded in your lives a white flag
A sterilized white flag born bred and buried in it
Wears you like a cherry finish keeps you valuable and shiny
You're a shiny clown to me and the powers that b

Beyond Alive lyrics - Death Grips

Canopy of corpse tree, branches loom above me
Vacuum of crushing, doom lies before me
My future dies behind me, my entry aborts me
I lean back and drill me, like on me I'm feeding
I'm starving, I hardly ever feel like being

[Chorus:]
Frightened people, you know who you are
Cowards, we know what you are
Play your fucking part, I'll bleed my fucking heart dry
Cause I feel so alive, beyond alive
I'm beyond alive [x2]

Fuck I have's, all I need
Fuck I can's, all I bleed
Fuck I am, ever will be
I rise, I fall, I roll again
I have no age, I don't pretend I'm here
My absence stains me sketch gets weird
I thrive on empty

Can't predict me with them petty such a pity
My peak keeps rising they keep sinking
Into lakes they're crying I keep spitting
Wish I could see them dying, but my peaks too fucking misty
Tilt your lump, till back of your brains tween your weak slumped shoulder blades
Still can't scope peak I pave into oneway street to space
Grovel in gravel at my base, while saddle control you seek
This world of cattle at my feet, born to get put back to sleep
At my feet, born to get put back to sleep

[Chorus]

I roll like I don't know no better
I roll like bitch you know better
You have my utmost disrespect
I'm high as fucked up get

I crash on bed of nails in my frail suit of scabs i relax
While having seizures in my shack
I take no breather, I took the pact
I grind this stone into my path
I wait for you in this disguise
Remorselessly beyond alive
Beyond alive

[Chorus]

My life as a face without eyes
Look away, look away, look away, look away
No reply I'm beyond alive [x4]

Centuries Of Damn lyrics - Death Grips

Fuck the sun, fuck its kind
Daylight sucks, waste of mine
I fuck my mind, narrow my mind
I bide my time like fuck in place
One day, I'll wave sun to ice
Watch its kind get thrown like rice
My cackle stretch out like thunder
So fucking loud, it's vulgar

[Chorus:]
I pull my face out the dirt slow
These days I only wake up third of the way, narco
Held to deep rapid eye move, hold
These days I recede, rapid I reload
Gun my chances closed road, no road left to travel

I know what this calls for
Where's my scalpel? Operation cut
Like I'm bored sew my inner war up like corn, rows
My internal war blows like freezing fog in Oslo
Frozen I can't get soft, baptized in hoarfrost
Like carbon monoxide garage
Freeze your blink with sandman's flush
I hate you so much
I hate your laws
I hate your need a cause
I hate your faux touch
I hate every last one of you
I ponder digesting razors just to be done with you
I love you so much

I'm triple the motherfucker
Mondo fisted, full of backwards
From banana town manor
My slang step like legless lizard
I fuck around, fashion a rocket
Shoot to Mercury, for the winter
Extended vacation till I decompose on my splinters

[Chorus]

To centuries of damn
I've never been so yawn
Can't believe I'm still standing
Can't believe life take this long
I stagger off to find my lighter
I don't return until the day Sad A validates
Mankind's destiny in a worm

By the way, I don't pet bleachers
Court side to nose bleeders
Like I shoot shit with gimps
No response, losem' once
Incoming second attempt
To be real, I just shoot 'em up (just shoot 'em up)
Them clueless strut nailed to crucifix lilith shoved up her cunt (shoved up her cunt)

Fuck

[Chorus x2]

On GP lyrics - Death Grips

I'm fucking tired of all the perks
I've tried nothing, everything works
For less I'm worth, I've served my bid
All fuck life wasn't what it is
All fuck life was just a bridge
I seen some free landed some tricks
Far I see high time man quit
Won't let you know when I get goin
Phone ring too long

Phone ring too long, I'm probably gone
Ring tone jingle my swan song
I'll show you how to leave well enough alone
I'm not this world this on cue world
I fall back, concoct new worlds
I fall out in throbbing swirls
I fall until I stop this world
I fall the fuck off this world
I live down the street from you've noticed me, I've never seen you
Wonder what the fuck I do
Listen up, you nosy bitch, listen close
My most recent purchase, old black rope
Gonna learn how to tie it, hang it in my chamber
Perfect reminder occult I'm made of
Come try it out whenever you wanna
Last night, 3:30 in the morning, Death on my front porch
Can feel him itching to take me with him, hail death, fuck you waiting for
Like a question no one mention, he turns around, hands me his weapon
He slurs, "Use at your discretion, it's been a pleasure, Stefan"
Head on like dead, on like grey
Death in your way, not in my way, I got my way
I was in my way, crept out my way, kept out my way
I'm on one like bae you're on your way, way, way, way

I'm fucking tired of all the perks
I've tried nothing, everything works
For less I'm worth, I've served my bid
All fuck life wasn't what it is
All fuck life was just a bridge
I seen some free landed some tricks
Far I see high time man quit
Won't let you know when I get goin
Phone ring too long

Don't you worry, impossible for anything to be a big deal
I'm in no weary, my vital post dated but clearly been ages since life had appeal
Far more than fascination my second nature chant kill cause I can
This body by my own hands
My friends and family won't understand
So I stay in the end, don't make none to me
If wasn't for them, I'd make that decision on GP
Had to do it all again, I'd make that decision on GP
All the nights I don't die for you
Wouldn't believe how many nights I ain't died for you on GP
Not that I care, I'd be a liar if I sat here claiming I'd exit in a minute
But I can't say I wouldn't I have my limits

"Government Plates" (2013)

You May Think He Loves You For Your Money But I Know What He Really Loves You For It's Your Brand New Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat lyrics - Death Grips


[Hook:]
Get so fuckin' dark in here
Come come fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll hard shit
Fuck I said fucker don't start shit
Come come fuck apart in here

I hover above you
Life pulled out your mouth
I become you
Opening of the mouth
Unlawful possession
Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end
Hollow shell twitch disconnection
Pupils swell
My entrance
Hijacked no questions asked
Stretch you on like latex mask
My sigils your epitaph
Come come fuck apart in here I die
I'm not you
Fear
You wear it well
Mademoiselle
Here's to your destiny
Hysterics scream help
Don't worry in a few you'll all be somewhere else
Prepare yourselves
Freelance motherfucker

[Hook:]
Get so fuckin dark in here
Come come fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll hard shit
Fuck I said fucker don't start shit
Emerald tablet apartment toxic
Come come fuck apart in here

Anne Bonny lyrics - Death Grips

(Pirate)

I'm on that v, on that yellow pill shit
Fuck the deal is
Fuck kill steal shit
Fuck real
Yeah I called this dude a bitch
Why you have me do this shit
I done made a fuckin mess
Lick it up you stupid bitch
Play some fuckin music bitch
My scabs under my fingernails
Can't help myself don't wanna feel myself
Road kill slung over wicker wheelchair
X amount take me out
Twenty minutes
I'm almost there
Enter high tide blank stare ripples rise
Countem frame by frame
Edge of shore hog tied
Can't wait to fuck my brain
All I need to forget is today
Rip current pulls me down by open wounds on my lower left leg
Yeah I called this dude a bitch
Look like all he wanna do is switch
Ghost ship ritual double exposed
Delusional tendencies I'm belly up
Fuck it though I indulge in supremacy
Sixty beggars behind my casket coma
Sub under gaze of sadistic dom
Suck the skin off my teeth
Automaton embalmed
Under breath whisper never go too far
Bitch I'm gone bitch I'm on

Two Heavens lyrics - Death Grips

Single strike cadence slip
Once ill make you my bitch
We don't want we take shit
Hella zeros life elixir drenched
All I need is my fix
Fuck your idols suck my dick
I'm on my way out
Pressin down the pillow till I can't hear you breathin
For no reason
Five rings on my hand
Faces gag
Where the fucks my true ones at
Wavin high burnin freak fuck flags

Takes one to no one knows how fucked I am
If I showedem theyd just run like hoes
Fuck these pussies on hella zeros
Two heavens is all I know

This Is Violent Now (Dont Get Me Wrong) lyrics - Death Grips

This is violence now
This is
Don't get me wrong

Birds lyrics - Death Grips

[Hook 1:]
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 got that attitude at all times
I've got this attitude at all times
I got a black hat
It might live
It's got a black hat
It goes big
I had a bluebird, now it's dead

[Hook 2:]
1... 2... 3... 4...
One bird, two birds, three birds, four
Five birds, six times, life is war
One bird, two birds, three birds, four
Fuck you think I fuck this for?

[Hook 1]

[Verse 2:]
I got, you not, in my way
I got right now between my legs
I put right now between your legs
I got today shoveling graves
I got tomorrow turning in your grave
I got Jesus, he got saved
I got power, it's so cheap
Fuck this bird, bitch, drink this bleach

[Hook 2]

I got higher
I got fake
I got
Birds

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