Album Name : The Money Store
Release Date : 2012-04-20
Song Duration : 2:24
Death Grips F..ck That
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
You can suck it
Till I get disgusted
Fuck that, naw f..ck 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 f..ck 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 f..ck that (ONE)
Broke off it's axis, polar shifted granite
Knock made ta off
Every last bitch on this planet
Fuck that, naw, f..ck 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 ta lookin the mirror like...
Fuck that, naw, f..ck that