Full Moon (Death Classic) Death Grips

[Intro]
We are preaching our own funerals as we go through this life
Don't forget that

[Verse 1]
Hit it, split it, make it cum, get wetted
Come again, come get it
Seen it happening before it even happened
Swing the door open and buck 'em down
Course I'm just fuckin' around
But nevermind the way it sound
Everytime we make it pound
Straight into the pavement now
Whip it, bleed it, cause it pain
Eat it, shit it out and change
Lanes at speeds that seem insane
To them petty pussy brains
Push me and they will be slain
Drag this past the point and claim
That shit as if it was your name
Like it's attached to yours with chains
Own it till shit goes up in flames
And there really ain't no one to blame
No one to blame, it's all the same
Like blurred faces on subway trains
Can't take it man, can't take the pain
Pain of the game
Makes me insane
Makes me fuck up my whole thang
Pain of the game
Makes me insane
Makes me fuck up my whole thang
What'd you bring?
Where'd you get it?
Give it here, I said don't sweat it
I'm gonna take it around for a bit
And I don't care if you give a shit
Punk!
I'm gonna take it around for a bit
And I don't care if you give a shit
Punk! Biatch!