DeathGripsLyrics

Streaky

Year of the Snitch

Pervin' while them clutch the bottom Feeders suck like stuck in Stockton

Mustache showered with applause, squished out packets like taco sauce

Fuck where you're from, Fuck where you're goin, It's all about where you're at

death grips fully

Responsibility's cool, but there’s more things in life Like getting your dick Rode all fucking night By the kind of girl that knows how to keep her shit tight Legs in the air, looking like they feel nice

Death Grips, probably online

Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory

Last bitch feel branded or somethin That bitch more ate up than my lunch That bitch make me take my time Makin for change, they gonna come

My whole life, my whole fucking life.

Polar jungle frozen punters All my sculptures look so flustered

I got diamonds, scrapin, sidin, wastin my life in altered states dem Back it up

Fuck is that a hairstyle?

Noise of nomads on sapphire spice Cumulus in both hands, can’t kill myself twice

I binge, all black enhance my tragic Ends to a means I can’t establish

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

Unwell out my slit gashes tempo I’m crawling with swarming crescendo

Flock of pigeons come I got crumbs, biters, bob, and slum

Ain’t gonna make it though, try your luck in porn You’re so thirsty, all you’ll ever earn is frills