Death Grips
Death Grips - Fuck That songtekst
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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 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 it's 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 ta lookin the mirror like... Fuck that, naw, fuck that