Death Grips - F**k That lyrics

rate me

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 of the under

Check it, check one check

You can suck it

Till I get disgusted

Fuck that, naw fuck that

At me wit that weak shit

Bitch slapped

Across the street and back... head crack

Wanna know where I'll be at whatever

Get off mine I got that juice

Noo style cut your brain stem as my combat boots

Grind your head to the cadence of this dreath stompin' mu

Sick as fuck contagion wagin' war with all you knew... bitch

Mossberg ballistic flux massive

My shure beta 58a hazmatted

Pump pump slugster radioactive

Ride through a mine field

Laced wit black magic

Straight from the mayday...

Naw fuck that (one)

Broke off its axis, polar shifted granite

Knock made ta off

Every last bitch on this planet

Fuck that, naw, fuck that

Came ta bad dem brains til dem neck bones crack

Arrested cardiac

Black mass murder rap

Dealer push your wig

All the way back

Head wear your face like a yamakulapse

Never can tell

Where you're at

Eyes stuck on the sky

Always gettin' jacked

Tryin' to look in the mirror like..

Fuck that, naw, fuck that