Fuck Me Out

Death Grips

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    Get that call
    Can’t hold shit down
    Fuck it all
    I’m going down
    I use me up
    Ain’t worth shit now
    Truth be told
    Fuck fucked me out

    Death, fuck
    Let’s fuck
    Just don’t touch me
    Just fuck-fuck me
    Fuck me out
    Why don’t you just fuck-fuck me out

    Fuck-fuck me
    I ain’t shit
    I know it
    That ain’t shit
    Either
    Fuck-fuck me
    Deceiver
    I believe you
    Every time
    No one believes me
    But that’s alright
    I’ll prove them right
    Like these fucks
    Like these fucks

    Come at me like
    Can’t hold shit down
    Fuck it all
    I’m going down
    I use me up
    Ain’t worth shit now
    Truth be sold
    Fuck fucked me out

    Death, fuck
    Let’s fuck
    Just don’t touch me
    Just fuck-fuck me
    Fuck me out
    Why don’t you just fuck-fuck me out

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    Well I’ll be
    Fuck, fuck, fuck
    I’ll take you there
    I’ll meet you there
    Fuck, fuck, fuck
    Don’t need it there
    Don’t matter where
    We’re there first
    So what you worth
    Not what you bought
    Just like I thought

    You ain’t got shit
    Yeah, I got this
    Fuck, fuck riff
    I got a complex
    Just for you to
    Have and hold

    Like deuce deuce
    Catch no no
    Yes, yes, yes you should just
    Fuck-fuck me
    Yes, yes, yes you should just
    Fuck-fuck me
    Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

    Get that call
    Can’t hold shit down
    Fuck it all
    I’m going down
    I use me up
    Ain’t worth shit now
    Truth be told
    Fuck fucked me out

    Death, fuck
    Let’s fuck
    Just don’t touch me
    Just fuck-fuck me
    Fuck me out
    Why don’t you just fuck-fuck me out

    Fuck bloom bam, fuck bam blew, fuck boom blam
    Fuck new glam, fuck glam new, fuck goon gland
    Fuck fluke flam, fuck flam fluke, fuck half shoe
    Fuck glim sham, fuck gam through, we statue
    Fuck well-well, fuck our well, we’re idiot
    Fuck well-well, fuck our well, we’re idiot

    Fucks buy us, fuck bind spell, we cakewalk
    Fuck suspect, we foretell we seance
    Fuck he she they we make me feel
    Ugh, ugh, ugh
    Woe is why us he she they fuss
    Blah, blah, blah — fuck
    Wah, wah, wah — fuck

    Woe is why them, why can’t reach us
    Blah, blah, blah — fuck
    Wah, wah, wah — fuck
    We have never been our business
    Why don’t you just
    Fuck me out

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