Death Grips Fuck That Lyrics

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

f*ck that, naw f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck that (ONE)
Broke off it's axis, polar shifted granite
Knock made ta off
Every last bitch on this planet
f*ck that, naw, f*ck 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...
f*ck that, naw, f*ck that