Full Moon (Death Classic)

Death Grips

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    Hit it, split it, make it cum get wetted
    Come again come get it

    Seen it happening before it even happened
    Swing the door open and buck 'em down
    Course I'm just fuckin' around
    But nevermind the way it sound
    Everytime we make it pound
    Straight into the pavement now

    Whip it, bleed it, cause it pain
    Eat it, shit it out and change
    Lanes at speeds that seem insane
    To them petty pussy brains
    Push me and they will be slain
    Drag this past the point and claim
    That shit as if it was your name
    Like its attached to yours with chains
    Own it 'til shit goes up in flames
    And there really ain't no one to blame

    No one to blame, its all the same
    Like blurred faces on subway trains
    Cant take it man, cant take the pain

    Pain of the game
    Makes me insane
    Makes me fuck up my whole thang
    Pain of the game
    Makes me insane
    Makes me fuck up my whole thang

    What'd you bring
    Where'd you get it
    Give here I said don't sweat it

    I'm gonna take it around for a bit
    And I don't care if you give a shit
    Punk
    I'm gonna take it around for a bit
    And I don't care if you give a shit
    Punk
    Bitch

    Goin' through the motions
    Just to make shit happen right
    Never knowin' where we're goin'
    Just rollin' like waves at night

    Make it or break it just don't sleep on it
    Sleepers get shot down you lost it
    Trying to act like you got it
    Nevermind t he way it sound
    Every time we make it pound
    Straight into the

    Shot it up, get it hot, what
    I know you know you said too much
    Did too much, way too much
    Fuck that shit man that shit sucks

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    Volume turned all the way up
    You already know its going down

    I'll tell you when I've had enough
    Shut up right now

    Feel it in my gut right now
    Throw it up, give it up like oww!

    Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck blou
    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    Get up, get up, get up, get up

    All over the place, all in your face
    All up in it, talkin' 'bout can't wait
    To bring it even harder the next
    Time I creep through the beat possessed

    Howling on that mountain peak
    Feeling like hells up in my chest

    Feel the fire rise, rise so high, so high I rise
    Eye to eye with death

    Gazing through me like an uzi
    Spraying through me bag of flesh

    Body bag of flesh
    Ain't nothing left
    Toe tag me up zip the bag and check it

    Oh no he's been resurrected
    Oh no he's been resurrected

    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    Get up, get up, get up, get up
    Get up, get up, get up, get up

    Zombie holocaust in seconds

    Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
    From what we know, down deep inside

    Hell if I know, just wanna ride
    Until the wheels, fall off and I
    Run off the road, no telling why

    Hear them cry!

    Man I just don't wanna die
    Just don't wanna why
    Is everything always happening
    In the blink of eye
    This better be the last time me
    Ever see you in my life
    Steadily to the death passing
    Everything that don't seem tight

    Goin' through the motions
    Just to make shit happen right
    Never knowin' where we're goin'
    Just rollin' like waves at night

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    Composición: Stefan Burnett

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