Pop Death Grips

[Chorus]
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop

[Verse 1]
Your crisis is my alarm
Why I'm like, "Shh, stay calm"
You fight shit I ride upon
My knife been drawn
3-6-5 light of dawn
Lit up rock you live under
Ass backwards motherfucker
Features like hot butter
Like your brother's your father
And your sister's your mother
Trend setter maximum
Third planet from the sun
Orbit my lungs
Bulldozin' cul-de-sacs
Ground under over every act
Cut no slack, no slack

[Chorus]
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop