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Death Grips

Hip-Hop/Rap

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LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Andy Morin

Performer

MC Ride

Vocals

Zach Hill

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Andy Morin

Songwriter

Stefan Burnett

Songwriter

Zach Hill

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Death Grips

Producer

Lyrics

Get so fuckin' dark in here

Come, come, fuck apart in here, ah!

I die in the process

You die in the process

Kettle drum roll, hard shit

Fuck, I said, fucker don't start shit!

Come, come, fuck apart in here, I

Come, come, fuck apart in here, I

I hover above you

Life pulled out your mouth, I become you

Opening of the mouth, unlawful possession

Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end

Hollow shell twitch disconnection

Pupils swell, my entrance

Hijacked, no questions asked

Stretch you on like latex mask

My sigils your epitaph

Come, come, fuck apart in here, I

Come, come, fuck apart in here, I

Dead

I'm not you, I'm not you, I'm not you

Fear, you wear it well

Mademoiselle

Here's to your destiny

Hysterics scream help

Don't worry, in a few you'll all be somewhere else

Prepare yourselves, freelance motherfucker

Get so fuckin' dark in here

Come, come, fuck apart in here

I die in the process

You die in the process

Kettle drum roll, hard shit

Fuck, I said fucker don't start shit

Emerald tablet apartment toxic

Come, come, fuck apart in here, I

Come, come, fuck apart in here, I

Written by: Death Grips

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