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Death Grips (Next Grips) Songtext

Death Grips - Death Grips (Next Grips)
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We bring this for the ones who fiend to see the truth taken back in pain
The weakness of this scene who fucks who lack the nuts to claim
The streets from which that real shit comes to push you up on game
What's your name check it bitch it's Death Grips

Gut around big anti-sleeping no half-stepping low life creepin high-def freaking detonation
Set it off no hesitation audio invasion
But fuck that can't thrust that to a beam that shit had to go machine that lick and let em blow like cream black it's the magic host
Self ream tactic what's the fuck I mean that shit
All night

Executors of that next shit
Nest eye to the left shit
That melt your face
Til your bloody neck gets ripped headless
Death grips
Bow down and take this what you get bitch
Rest in bits as I pace up and down the low end of the bass
Stomping rounds automatic fire sounds in your face
Rip them fakes out their flesh
Come test this get this straight no escape
Rigor mortis death break
Strung up in the hung wire hell tensity drum
Bitch slap negative space
You thought that it makes through a cut
That bit only info can create
To properly uno dos trés

Ride through your skull

Took hit to the face take way off the hook don't hate
Shook out your footsteps and put back in your place
Triple X heat the rain in which we move
While they choose to get used everyday
Running highs you might break if their own reek of fear
Why you wish we were here
While I say get the fuck out my way
For to get cut by fist gut if you stay

Thought you was on top but not no more
That's right whore we're fucking you
We're fucking you
Thought you knew me had shit locked to the beat street don't stop
Licking shots for the old school freaks doing the robot
Hear this devil spit next lower heat blow it out your spine

Fear high drop to your knees trick you know what we want
That's right bitch best believe this that shit you forgot
Ever was but it is through my blood need that fix
Gotta catch that but lead off that high head row
Give it em like it step back cuz need to rip that watch me bust
Where you going not knowing til we get there jack em off of this
The sword what you're holding til you get well
Have to hit em off with all you know and got that gold and make it cracked again
Control this while I hold this enema death takes that my casket in
Growing like oceans epileptic sex can't get passed this shit
Spiraling too much on like king of the cleaners liquid acid trip

What's up with that next shit
It's death grips

Illegal spit fire bum rushing ya tires
This fuck give it up I'm here look don't touch why
We're done and whip that fuck you
I'll cut you don't try it can't deny it
Cracks off every time that you bite it
Try to fuck when I don't buy it

What's up with that next shit
It's death grips

Try to board this train like
What's ya name check it bitch
Jack the rip in a brain
That's just shrunken head trip
What's ya name tic tacking
Just just status

Nuclear fallout flesh in fire in the hole
Death grips is some thrash it goes right through your skull
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Album The Powers That B (2015)

Death Grips
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    I Break Mirrors With My Face in the United States
  2. 2.
    Inanimate Sensation
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  4. 4.
    Why a Bitch Gotta Lie
  5. 5.
    Pss Pss
  6. 6.
  7. 7.
    Beyond Alive
  8. 8.
  9. 9.
    On GP
  10. 10.
    Death Grips 2.0
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