Spread Eagle Cross the Block (Vocal) Death Grips

[Chorus]
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue

[Post-Chorus 1]
Hit, hit, hit

[Verse 1]
Want a beer? Have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
No one knows, feels so weird when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it
I want some more of it, I want too much
I got so bored with it, I shot it up
Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up
Yeah
What is it? Where is it? How will it affect me?
Fuck that shit, I need that shit's bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody

[Refrain 1]
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job

[Verse 2]
I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch!
You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream
As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing