Death Grips The Cage 가사검색

The Cage Death Grips ya hate it I say arrrgghh you say can't take it I can't take it I can't take it) Fuck you starin at, didn't know i'd be so quick ta flash, terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast Not the

Hacker Death Grips Goin back to Tangier With some jordans and a spear Post-chrisitan shit Post chicken or the egg addiction shit Pass the sherm stick Neo-reality Be the freak you wanna see Just dont follow me Im on a journey

Blackjack Death Grips Oh, oh, oh How to rob men blind (can't do a thing but fold) Yeah watch that Can't do a thing ... black jack Comin from that hit me until Twenty one makes Your chips mine Black jack dont trip You got the

Get Got Death Grips HookGet get get get Got got got got Blood rush to my Head lit hot lock Poppin' off the Fuckin' block knot Clockin' wrist slit Watch bent thought bot Verse 1Tail pipe draggin' volume blastin' bailin' out

80808 Death Grips Air raid, I slang the math raider nation, black cab Psychic radio also known as Only channel in our mobile lab I got that priceless touch, won't cost you a fucking thing Biter appear instantly, got pigs

Double Helix Death Grips Bangin bones on roland Jungle rottin Chicken skeletal system bombin Unidentified genre abductor Hit it from the back Formula fucker Hooded executor of Cookie cutter Can't wait ta pull dat trigger shut

Fuck That Death Grips 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

Hustle Bones Death Grips But you dont hear me though Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out Of control whatchyou know 'bout bubblin Hustle bones comin out my mouth (hustle bones comin Out my mouth) That hot

Bitch Please Death Grips fucker please you must be smokin rocks real shit for my people and it just dont drop it like oh yeah thats so trashy how low can you go how dirty can you get nasty fucker drug through the

Lost Boys Death Grips fuck a job might have ta rob I don't know just ta get by, word On the road for lifers Bullets in the fire Check the chain link Swayze I'm slummin' Let em know who da fuck we are Low and dirty lost

Punk Weight Death Grips your city Wild fire through your whip me Into lightning two K'nt hit three Strikes dug out dated Fools no dig me End beat limbo, baba spitting Blood in slow mo, la la chimney Warholian nightmare Storm the

Hot Head Death Grips Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo Oh no Blo, blo, blo, blo Hot head Oh no, that pedagogue grab the microphone, ease back up Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo Oh no Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo

Eh Death Grips I'm like, Eh Who you think you are Fucks like, Do you know who I am Fucks fail to understand I'm like, Eh Two letter text, translation next Skip that rerun like ya see one Seen 'em all get eh Have you the

BB Poison Death Grips spread into incisions on occasion Heavily stricken witness visions Omens wall to wall followed by a loss of any and all symptoms It won't lit You're like, Hold on Fuck, it won't lit Stay put, you're the

Three Bedrooms In A Good Neighborhood Death Grips Nylons on Side bitches don't Your table through my My body through your Three bedrooms in a good neighborhood On fire like a margarita made out of wood She got solar panels for thirty cents a watt In the

Spikes Death Grips Headless I skid like Rita lifted ocean I drift like my planet don't spin I skid all over marks like I'm haunted Rev it up, twirl my la la like profits It's never much, I'm war torn in the cockpit Don't

I've Seen Footage Death Grips What's that Can't tell Hand held dream Shot in hell Deep space ghetto (streets) Show me somethin' I ain't seen before Mystery hind that Death door Juke step electrocute the floor What's the science

Bubbles Buried In This Jungle Death Grips don't like me Candle gone out, ignite my horns aglow Let a vet rap a bullet through your buttonhole You're making me uncomfortable Slumber terror my cavalry Sandman point you down to me Hesh made make the

System Blower Death Grips murder Killing season But no one heard me Cold blood creepin Full tilt swervin Through your bleedin System burnin to its knees and Beggin for mercy while im leanin Hard ta da left And clockin a gripsin da death

Ring A Bell Death Grips America, America, now I'm coming Africa My death is money Whose bad His bad Who's looking shitty Not me You think he's listening Probably Mouthpiece on Sally's like San Joaquin valley Fuck your middle

Bottomless Pit Death Grips your circle with my hooves I'll snub you faster, I'll fuck you in half My gauge go true vulture I hate you, I hate you colder My hate crush your shoulders, but you feel me in your liver My funeral's all the

Warping Death Grips I don't feel this and I shit on your guilt trip Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of thorazine Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor Inhuman elitist decline your surrender Sign of the

Giving Bad People Good Ideas Death Grips Operandi minus modus My phlegm you to dust Dragon chaser I'll quit later Asteroid to midnight powder This like genocide just louder Fuck who we going after Fuck them, I'm a have to fuck them over And the

Houdini Death Grips Invasive clinical Wayside at intervals That don't stop That okey doke stroke slid into pine box Bloated bullshit I must maim Ever met a prick on a metro trip Get his hair did like a disco tech Guess at the

Trash Death Grips we load trash We upload trash Face down, trash begets trash Stoked ain't shit I was over that for this whole shit Taste of my blood bliss Fuck who I wasn't Commodify my lack of progress Specifically the

Muppet Show Cage ...resembles the Goat of Mendes...

1000 EYES Death Crossing the line into the other side Emerging as prisoners To the emptiness of time To the left and to the right From behind - they're out of sight Plunging into a new found Age of advanced

Diamond Rib Cage Belly This poisoned honeymoon This person is gonna blow out soon Bad hair day Bad breath These nightmares are boring me to death They're boring me to death To death My heart is a diamond rib cage Unlovable,

Death of Me Daughtry [Post-Chorus] It's creeping up on me Making it harder to breathe [Chorus] We're all under pressure Can't stand the weather For the worst and not for the better Please, this ain't the way to live Something's

Daydreams Cage [Cage] I met this chick in the club took her to the telly for back rubs split a dozen dutches ate a hundred drugs we tripping face I'm like yo sit on my face she like "I got a rag unless you like

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