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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 noBlo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo

Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Pedagogue grab the microphone, ease up [?]
Oh no, hot headRaw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot headSelf-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence flog your confidence
Who want a brand-new complex?
Now on, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Get used to fetch, I'll shoot, you catch
I snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attackGive it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out, give it out
Dive-bomber, dive-bomber
Clip a hundred doves like a bald-headed rasta
Clot of the dot, got a head a piranha
Give it up, give it up, give it up
My
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in motaMy cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft-palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, call me vapor
My cobra head draped in ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft-palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, crown me vapor
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft-palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, crown me vaporRaw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot headSelf-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence flog your confidence
Who want a brand-new complex?
Now on, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Best get used to fetch, I'll shoot you, catch
I'll snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attack
Songwriters
STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ZACHARY CHARLES HILL, ANDREW MORINPublished by
Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED

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Death Grips are an experimental hip hop group formed in Sacramento, California in 2010. The group consists of Stefan Burnett aka MC Ride (vocals) and the production team Zach Hill and Andy Morin aka Flatlander. Their live setup consists of Burnett on vocals, Morin on keyboards, and Hill on drums. The group officially formed December 21, 2010, and released its first single and video for "Full Moon (Death Classic)" on March 8, 2011. On April 26, 2011, they released their debut album, the mixtape Exmilitary. NBCNewYork.com called it "an intense, dark listen."

Read more about Death Grips on Last.fm.


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