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 On GP

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

Death Grips Spikes

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

Death Grips Linda’s In Custody

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

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 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

Death Grips Hot Head

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

Death Grips Beware

I close my eyes and seize it

I clench my fists and beat it

I light my torch and burn it

I am the beast I worship…

And I know soon come my time

For in mine void a pale horse burns

But I fear not the time I’m taken

Past the point of no return.

Wage war like no tomorrow

Cuz no hell there won’t be one

For all who deny the struggle

The triumphant overcome

Trips to where, few have been

Out of thin air, upon high winds

Rites begin when the sun descends

Have felt what few will ever know

Have seen the truth beneath the glow,

Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow

I am below, so far below

The bottom line

Transmitting live, transmissions rise

From the depths out of controlled by

Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes

Imminent gaze cast ‘pon the path that winds

‘Pon the path I find, and claim as mine

To ride the waves, of unrest

Made to make me shine as a testament

To why the ways of the blind will never get

Shit but shanked by my disrespect

Dismiss this life, worship death

Cold blood night of serpent’s breath

Exhaled like spells from the endlessness

In the bottomless wells of emptiness

Channeled to invoke what we represent

Secret order

Elitist horde of

Creeping fire

Seizing power

Riders of the lupus hour

Eye on palm

Time is gone

Moonlight drawn

Fly til dawn

Sacrifice to rise beyond

Deep inside the violent calm

Of the coming storm

In blood sworn

To glorify and for life adorn

With all that dies to become unborn

I close my eyes and seize it

I clench my fists and beat it

I light my torch and burn it

I am the beast I worship…

I am the beast I worship

In the time before time eyes ‘bove which horns

Curve like psychotropic scythes

And smell of torn flesh bled dry

By hell swarms of pestis flies

Vomiting forth flames lit by

An older than ancient force

That slays this life with no remorse

The spiral storm

Of flames inside

The torch I raise

The force I ride

Feel my vessel go up in flames

Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed

Direct connection to the source

Vestment of unnatural force

Forever burning black torch

Wisdom of the old and true

Possessed by the chosen few

Shining to reveal the ways

Of a darkness that pervades

All that is and ever was

Inferno of witches blood

Worship is not on bended knee

Nature knows not of mercy

To pray is to accept defeat

Power pisses on the weak

Bow and beheaded by the beast

Beggar on a bitches leash

Scum is desperate for relief

Worship is the way I ride

Witching currents through the eye

Of storms that force the false to die

Worship the flames with which I rise

Into apocalyptic skies

Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone

In splintered skeleton I roam

Wastelands with not to call my own

But the path I walk alone

The hunger burns, within my gut

As my bones turn into dust

And I know soon come my time

For in mine void a pale horse burns

But I fear not the time I’m taken

Past the point of no return

Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont we one

For all who deny the struggle

The triumphant overcome …

I close my eyes and seize it

I clench my fists and beat it

I light my torch and burn it

I am the beast I worship…

I am the beast I worship

Death Grips BB Poison

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