Death Grips (Next Grips) Death Grips

[Intro: Nancy Sinatra & MC Ride]
I've told you that I'm Lightning-
But you keep hanging around
If Lightning ever catches you
(All right)
He's got to put you down
(All night)
About six feet (Down, down, down)

[Verse 1: MC Ride & Nancy Sinatra]
We bring this for the ones who fiend to see the truth taken back in pain
The weakness of this scene of fucks who lack the nuts to claim
The streets from which that real shit comes to put you up on game
What's your name? Check it, bitch, it's Death Grips
Gutter rappin', anti-sleepin', no half-steppin'
Low life creepin', high-def freakin' detonation
Set it off, no hesitation, audio invasion
(Told you that I'm lightning)
But fuck that, can't thrust that to a beam, that shit had to go
Machine that lick and let 'em blow like cream, black
It's the magic host self-ream tactic
What the fuck? I mean that shit all night
(Told you that I'm lightning)
Ride through your sk-, sk-, sk-
Executors of that next shit
Nest eye to the left shit
That melt your face
Till your bloody neck gets ripped headless
Death Grips!
Bow down and take this what you get bitch
(Told you that I'm lightning)
Rest in bits as I pace up and down the low end of the bass
Stomping rounds, automatic fire sounds in your face
Rip them fakes out their flesh
Come test this, get this straight, no escape
Rigor mortis, dead weight
Strung up and hung by hell-tensity drum
Bitch slap negative space
(Told you that I'm lightning)
You thought that it makes through a cut
That bit only info can create
To properly uno, dos, trés
(Death Grips)