80808 Death Grips

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[Verse 1]
Air raid, I slang the math raider nation, black cab
Psychic radio also known as
Only channel in our mobile lab
I got that priceless touch, won’t cost you a fucking thing
Biter appear instantly, got pigs to feed
You see my pimp, she’s pissed at me
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Acquire this link, it’s a ringer
Cop my steeze, make yours much fresher or whatever
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
I got that priceless touch
Flock of pigeons come
I got crumbs, biters, bob, and slum

[Chorus]
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me
Aye doe, bite that
Aye doe, aye doe, aye doe, bite that
Feeds the gank move
Biters eat the gank move, fuck with me

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