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 f..ck 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
