Death Grips

thumb|Death Grips (2014) (Zach Hill, Stefan Burnett, Andy Morin) Death Grips is an American experimental hip-hop band formed in 2010 in Sacramento, California. The group consists of producers Zach Hill (drums), Andy Morin (keyboard), and vocalist Stefan Burnett, also known as MC Ride. Song lyrics Bullshit, matador, grab the floor, whip it cracked to all foursYou whimper while I check my phone. No Love 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? Blackjack Burmese babies under each armScreamin' beautiful songs. Hacker Choke on these nuts till the very last. Guillotine Fuck that man, my philosophy. The Cage Gaga can't handle this shit. Hacker Get get get getGot got got gotBlood rush to myHead lit hot lockPoppin' off theFuckin' block knotClockin' wrist slitWatch bent thought bot. Get Got Give a fuck whatchya heardYeah fuck whatchya heardFore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curbWhat, whatWhat, whatBut you dont hear me thoughRun up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' outOf control whatch you know'Bout bubblin'Hustle bones comin' out my mouth. Hustle Bones Hit it, split it, make it cum, get wettedCome again, come get it. Full Moon How I ride, why I ride, never really had to tryI, I, I eeuuhhNevermind that, blackjack. Blackjack How the trip never stopsOn and on, it's beyond insaneWhy I set myself upIn a raging sea of flames? No Love I fuck the music, I make it cum. Spread Eagle Cross the Block I got Jesus, he got savedI got power, it's so cheapFuck this bird, bitch, drink this bleach. Birds I got to be somewhere man fuck! Klink I got this pregnant snakeStay surrounded by long hairs. Hacker I saw you doing peace signs with the FBI. Might've tried that in the future before so don't lie. All dead dogs go to heaven 'cause dumb bitches let them in. They're just racist and they wanna fuck. Pss Pss I'm at Glow Bowl, in a wet fuck holeWhere the 1994 hobos throw 69's and the bitches shoutI'll fuck you when I wanna hang outTell the princess eat shit and die (ownage)Not in public, hoe, I'm still high. Hahaha Listen up, you nosy bitch, listen closeMy most recent purchase, old black ropeGonna learn how to tie it, hang it in my chamberPerfect reminder occult I'm made of. On GP My existence is a momentary lapse of reason. Hacker Pretty pretty nine, spinning spinning blindFitting into crime, itch to fuck and grindDeath Grips is online, drinking from its spineLiving till I'm fine, pretty pretty nine. Death Grips Is Online Seen it happening before it even happened. Full Moon Shed my skinLeave it for the homelessTo sleep it. Hacker Tie the chord kick the chair and you're dead, yeahYeah, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goesGuillotine! Guillotine Triple six, five, forked tongueSubatomic penetration rapid fire through your skullHow I shot it on one taking it back to the days of trying to lose controlSwerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bonesOh shit I'm feeling itTakyon!Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing itTakyon! Takyon (Death Yon) Whatchya gonna do when they come for you? A gang of hatin pigs. Klink External links Category:American bands Category:Hip hop groups Category:Punk rock bands