Lock Your Doors Death Grips

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[Chorus]
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me

[Verse 1]
Corner of my eye
The coroner's here; why?
Under pressure—I
(My back—)
My back bone slip left to the death
Massive procession of cold sweat
Stalactite step slide through, you're next
Get me inside I'll do the rest
(Them things, them things, don't even ask me)
Master of self-contained combust
Sustained disgust, command him claim
Figure eight strut, can't be touched
Subversive infiltration reign supreme in none me trust
Why must them? Fuck them
Mine vomit stain them, feel not but hate them
Line up back facin', suspense rapes them
One by one hot cum shot clip spray them
Life drop and waste them in pine box laid them to
Grime dismantled, churn the fat
Light the candle, burn the wax
Before me dies, in scorch uprise
Can't deny it, no way back