Death Grips - F*ck That Lyrics

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

F*ck 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 its axis, polar shifted granite
Knock made ta off
Every last bitch on this planet
F*ck 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' to look in the mirror like..
F*ck that, naw, f*ck that