Album Name : No Love Deep Web
Release Date : 2013-11-19
Song Duration : 3:52
Death Grips Lock Your Doors
I got some shit ta say just for the f..ck of it them thangs them thangs don't even ask me
corner of my eye the coroners here why under pressure I
my back bone slip left to the death massive procession of cold sweat stalactite step slide through you're next get me inside I'll do the rest
master of self contained combust sustained disgust command him claim figure eight strut can't be touched subversive infiltration reign supreme in none me trust why must them f..ck them
mine vomit stain dem feel not but hate dem line up back facin suspense rapes dem one by one hot cum shot clip spray dem life drop and waste dem in pine box laid dem ta grime dismantled churn the fat light the candle burn the wax before me dies in scorch uprise can't deny it no way back
I got some shit ta say just for the f..ck of it them thangs them thangs don't even ask me
invoke ancient locc to the brain in a blaze ignition weightless world warped rotation path is blurred memento mori dead mans curve
oblivion transcender becomes him shroud I can't remember I'm no one now comin for yours lock your doors identifier destroyer
comon stick me cut me drain me suck me drink me take me down feel me one three make your chamber pound and drown
I got some shit ta say just for the f..ck of it them thangs them thangs don't even ask me
bear the mark take one to know lifted chin face don't show