from "The Money Store"
out April 24, 2012 on Epic Records
http://thirdworlds.net

BLACKJACK
how i ride, why i ride, never really had ta try
i, i, i ... eeuuhh
nevermind that, black jack
needle to da mainline junk prepared in a head that
never came up for air
fallin apart cant get a grip
dont give a fuck if i did

way shit goes
it'll be just fine
oh, oh, oh
how to rob men blind

(cant do a thing but fold)
yeah watch that
cant do a thing ... black jack

comin from that hit me until
twenty one makes
your chips mine
black jack dont trip
you got the bill
twenty one shots to your grill

bow down or die everytime
i slap them thangs
flat black chains rattlin
shawshank the box
cant be contained
man came ta pick the lock
empty the vault
and leave no trace
sleep dont wake

hit em low and keep rollin to da beat no breaks
slow it down then accelerate
to hell its cake
like sellin weight
no middle man
made bitch mistakes
blackjack

high king, ace, to knees the place put down by g's raisin the stakes

you know whats up
straight
how the fuck is that?
blackjack

but dont forget to watch this
tounge push bankroll off my lips
who the hell are you legit
what the fuck you think man shit
blackjack
(always keep my)

no need ta count the deck
i own it
drop that
lead chin check
to your dome its on black
respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke wit dat golden contact glove hold da smoke
of most high fire bon tap tap
(cant do a thing but fold)
yeah watch that

cant do a thing ... blackjack

dont forget to watch this
tongue push bankroll
off my lips
who the hell are you legit
what the fuck you think man shit

you know whats up
straight
how the fuck is that.. blackjack

blackjack dont trip you got the bill, twenty one shots to your grill

Blackjack

Death Grips - Blackjack

from "The Money Store"
out April 24 on Epic Records
http://thirdworlds.net

LOST BOYS
(lost boys)
other side of da tracks
scuzz outsiders 
nothin ta loose
strike of midnighters
lost paradisers
true black and blues
no shoes, flat tires
broke out da pen
blood on barbed wire
safe in your home
gated zone terrorizers
nowhere ta go
far as i can get hitchhikers
(lost boys)

fuck a job might have ta rob
a dont know just ta get by word
on the road for lifers
bullets in the fire
check the chain link 
swayze im slummin
let em know who da fuck we are
low and dirty lost boys
comin out the cuts 
like your favorite scar

crawlin on tile, cant stand up
been a while, kommodo gut
how ta take it
how ta give a fuck
how ta live wit pain
how ta get yo cut
how longs this been goin on
man shit no way ta tell too far gone go get those flames from hell bring em here
dont trip no

ill handle this
on some scandalous 
inland empire los angeles
anti ego propaganda shit
yeah, yeah, yeah...

whos comin up
whos loosin ground
2012 im shady now, running game on every thang in town
its such a long way down

brown paper baggin asphalt scrapin all talk no action, what im waitin
weak tongue waggin
stray dog beggin
like dont hurt me
yeah right, im sayin

beware you have been warned, the barrels still warm, ease up off that lip or step
how quick a bitch fit ta get checked mate
one false move’ll get ya 
set straight
yeah, yeah, yeah...

its such a long way down

oh yeah yeah
(ride through the sky of black mist)

Lost Boys

Death Grips - Lost Boys

from "The Money Store"
out April 24, 2012 on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net



THE FEVER (AYE AYE)
howd you know
cuz i was there
yeah that shit go
came prepared
set it slow rolled
anticipation grow slow
deviated septum blow hole
sugar cane ko ko
aye, aye, pass the dro my way
or no way twenty fo no 25-8
thought you knew
suicide lane
fuck you

grab my crotch, whats my name
been round the block
hangin scumbag slangin
pay dirt cave in
takin no prisoners
no escapin wash brain hook
nothin im sayin
aye, aye, know what im sayin

i got the diamonds, scrapin,
sidin, wastin my life
in altered states dem
back it up, i got the fever

sprayin execution witch fingernails clawin through dem
crawlin through dem
tunnels loosin
touch with everything im doin
aaarrrggghh... mass confusion
cant make more electrocution

half cocked full tilt
rabid dog
filth aarrrggghhh
know what im sayin
fuck it
upside down in a
soft top bucket
screamin
shred it

i got the diamonds, scrapin,
sidin, wastin my life
in altered states dem
back it up, i got the fever

let me off, screeching halt
concussion blinding
not my fault
ankles tied to cinder blocks
aye, aye

by any means necesserated
blade cut me
sewer drain grated
bubonic plague
spreaded faceless
lurking in the deadest spaces
on your knees, black goat anus
christo anti clan of shameless
came ta whip those
into shapeless
here we go, devastated
here we go...

diamonds scrapin the marrow, out my core
whos in the mirror
whos at the door
someones there
wasnt there before
ceiling connected
to the chord
pull it, pull that shit

i got the diamonds, scrapin,
sidin, wastin my life
in altered states dem
back it up, i got the fever

The Fever (Aye Aye)

Death Grips - The Fever (Aye Aye)

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

HUSTLE BONES
give a fuck whatchya heard,
yeah fuck whatchya heard,
fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
what, what... 
but you dont hear me though

run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out
of control whatchyou know 
'bout bubblin
hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin 
out my mouth)

that hot lic a shot 
never not strapped
wit a glock tongue cocked
run it back
that knock a cop off unconscious molotov
cocktailin sound bomb a snitch
flat line of chalk drawn round the clock too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs

stuck on the fence
how does it feel
it dont make sense
nothing is

that rip you a new one trick im the true one, and only never know me never will no son.. leave ya laid out ta fade out
show a cunt the door 
hit and run
hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin out my mouth)

that can't wait ta blast
blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick wit it flav on
that ex con
hard to da bone
darkness from the zone
mastered and pushed far beyond

eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin soft while i ride that bomb
dr. strangelove
into the sun 
look no hands megatons
rode like man we can't lose 
no shit, no shit

that hit it till it drip wit 
da blood of the raw way 
it was fore dem forgot
why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original 
fuck da wrong way
only one real way to work
that shit out da 
beat street spit
über freaked heat lit
hell flame to your brain 
blood thirst
what what..
run it back, run it

run up bitch ta da death
get gripped 
my steeze is ballin out
of control whatchyou know 
bout bubblin
hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin 
out my mouth)

criminal intent anti-legal ill
theif in da night peel your life back spin the wheel
run it back, run it

Hustle Bones

Death Grips - Hustle Bones

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net


DOUBLE HELIX
bangin bones on roland 
jungle rottin
chicken skeletal system bombin
unidentified genre abductor
hit it from the back
formula fucker
hooded executor of 
cookie cutter
cant wait ta pull dat trigger shut gunner

so you really wanna know

cock the hammer 
droppin thunder
double helix stopper under
influence of dat 
head knock what a
o fuckin g, whata uh
o fuckin g, fuck it up
bitch you dont know me
run it blood ride reel ta reel low key
hows it feel, feel, feel, easy
make it bloody, make it bloody
aint really nothin else 
i see any more
gone in the cause 
im bleeding for

(so you really wanna know how i freak it)
double helix

live in a trance cant see you
dont want to anyway anywhere
whatd you say forgot you were even there
head float astray,
clear the air
be back when you think im gone
blue jay way, dont belong
double helix phoenix 
from beyond

rorschach ink blot 
in the street
skid row mark 
show me the beast
im the lust, you cant hide
that balled up, fist gut inside
strapped ta, suicide
missions set off
with so much pride
you can see it
in a dead mans eyes
so you really wanna know...
no maps wit directions
no answers, just questions
second guessing everything you swore was so cant
tell you what ta do
but i'll tell you why i threw
all the rules out da window
and took an oath to be true
wit da one and only view
a man can ever truly know (know)

been there and back
'nuff tracks i am
the rail to the road 
we run like scam
drop it on the one
and its on like damn
well i never thought
uh huh, oh yeah
like i didnt know
wake up young blood
aint nobody sleepin 
and they never was
off the cliff in a blur of black blood and hoodou hexin guts i thought you heard dem ghetto birds hollarin everytime i bust 
swallow it down and lap it up cant do that, im a have ta cut
double...

(so you really wanna know)
double helix

Double Helix

Death Grips - Double Helix

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net


SYSTEM BLOWER
yeah we came to blow your system
you know what im sayin
kill it or die
braggin about how you 
had it all dialed
well whats up now
when your shit is

how im comin, why im slingin
where im from and what im bringin
tell your cousins best stop sleepin cuz im bustin for no reason at random murder
killing season

but no one heard me
cold blood creepin
full tilt swervin
through your bleedin
system burnin to its knees and
beggin for mercy while im leanin
hard ta da left
and clockin a gripsin da death pockets of da head knock rhythym

system blower system over


yeah we came to blow your system
you know what im sayin 
kill it or die
braggin about how you 
had it all dialed
well whats up now 
when your shit is

stupid dopefiend beat low hung blood spray all over 
da death stomp drums
scum worshipping
speaker ripping
pun2k weight holding heretics
boundary reapin
frequency freakin
out till we're like that track sound so sick

system blower

got heads jumpin out their skin
talkin 'bout comon
death grip me again
no need to wonder if 
its gonna crack
hell no you can bet
we're fit ta burn the 
house to da ground
soon as the sound gets checked
system blower

yeah we came to blow your system
you know what im sayin 
kill it or die
braggin about how you 
had it all dialed
well whats up now 
when your shit is

yeah trick go fetch my whip
gotta let a mark know 
who hes fuckin wit
ruthlessly skin a chump 
just for kicks
cant fuck wit dis 
sadomaso-kiss my fist
suck my dick, its not cool
im too sick, what time is it
system blower, systems over

deep in da klink base
cut straight to da chase
like a triple shot of 180 proof
kill-o-watts riots audio violence
breaks your windows and
takes all da loot

system blower, systems over

silver coin on your eyes 
forever closed
raise the dead
how long i been tired of that old
cant nod my head

shit is over 
system blower


System Blower

Death Grips - System Blower

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

THE CAGE
(i say kill it like ya
you say hate it
kill it like ya hate it
kill it like ya hate it
i say arrrgghh you say cant take it
i cant take it i cant take it)

fuck you starin at, didnt know i'd be so quick ta flash, terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast
not the first wont be the last
barrel of my gun down the hatch 187 deep throat chokin eat dis fourty-four magnum dic

murder the bar raiser, inverted cross fader, ash lung blastin bum rush balls to da wall
bitch slayer
rainin blood, burnin paper
a j acksons catchin vapors
fuck this cage 
i'll thrash you later

(i say kill it like ya, you say hate it)

step to me wit dat bullshit
like i dont know 
what you're doin
talkin fast lookin shady
you cant fade mekeep it movin

hopes that
mo cash will help you cope
sorry ta tell ya.. but it won't
how do i get out then? you dont

cant keep this locked down
fuck that
watch me now, fit da crush that
hit it once knock it down and im done can't.. stop this break out get it come back.. underground railroad
gunclaps ta sound
of sirens screamin
count on it im leavin

(i say kill it like ya, you say hate it)

yeah i got that man fa show but tell em why you had ta get em though
(get em)
cuz the beat bangs, cuz we came
ta flip da oz out 
your sleep train
when the smoke clears
who remains
this right here, why we claim
outtanowhere, for keeps game
dont go there
this tha real thing
(get em)
bord the plane
they're watchin me
bullshit stains
what they want from me
fuck that man, my philosophy
dont take a goddamn thing
voice in my head
kill everything
startin wit dis asshole 
right next to me
get em, get em, cuz i had to get em though

The Cage

Death Grips - The Cage

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

PUNK WEIGHT
hot shit, cold shit
ok muthafucka lets do this
came ta make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
comin through, again and again conduit
why dem hands wave to 
high to it
wild fire through your city
wild fire through your whip me
into lightning two 
k'nt hit three
strikes dug out dated 
fools no dig me
end beat limbo, baba spitting
blood in slow mo, la la chimney

warholian nightmare
storm the gates
25 8, twelve gauge pun2k weight

(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)

stick and move, leave no proof
discard directly after use
forensics on that wild goose
follow my footprints into loops

cuz im too high, too high
feel like im never ever 
gonna come down
scale richtor pun2k weight 
of dis sound

down break dead space 
and make it drop
ta da street beneath 
your ghetto box
slap da beat till the 
floor boards crack
neath da weight of dis lic, step back

off in the rhythm like 
beta in the bong
got ta givem makem 
sway like palms
in da wind my lip blow 
mic spray kyrlon
25 8 til da break of dawn

(war war)

guerilla bass, straight from the trenches, posers impaled on picket fences... how ta rest your head in roach infested basements and smoke pun2k weight for breakfast... 
chop shop lifted bump til da tape deck break, ask samo how he flipped that material girls pancakes.. as zydeco copper kettles

liquor sto, sellin singles
mug shots out, to my people
rollin i double l spread eagle
hear flow dan spit EVIL

(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)

Punk Weight

Death Grips - Punk Weight

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

FUCK THAT
third rail
over one nine breaker
slit throat, cut creator
hung from dem nail
hang em high
savior faire
trans-siberian epic
trek through dat next switch
set it off the roglyphic
jackal headed dawn of the under
check it, check one
you can suck it
till i get disgusted

fuck that, naw fuck that

at me wit that weak shit
bitch slapped
across the street and back.. head crack
wanna know where i'll be at whatever

get off mine i got that juice
noo style cut your brain stem as my combat boots grind your head to the cadence of this dreath stompin mu sick as fuck contagion wagin war with all you knew .. bitch

mossberg ballistic flux massive
my shure beta 58a hazmatted
pump pump slugster radioactive
ride through a mine field
laced wit black magic
straight from the mayday...
naw fuck that (ONE)
broke off its axis, polar shifted granite
knock made ta off
every last bitch on this planet
fuck that, naw, fuck that

came ta bad dem brains til dem neck bones crack
arrested cardiac
black mass murder rap
dealer push your wig
all the way back
head wear your face like a yamakulapse
never can tell
where you're at
eyes stuck on the sky
always gettin jacked
tryin ta lookin the mirror like..
fuck that, naw, fuck that

Fuck That

Death Grips - Fuck That

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

BITCH PLEASE
who wanna catch dis
bitch please, you must be smokin rocks
real shit for my people
and it just dont
fucker please you must be smokin rocks
real shit for my people 
and it just dont

drop it like ... oh yeah
thats so trashy
how low can you go, 
how dirty can you get.. nasty fucker
drug through the dirt
razor cut that eight milimeter make it hurt
chain sleaze leather face
fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
kill it, kill it, 
kill it, kill it
hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb
shut it down
forged in the flames, said it before and ill say it again... quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

(bitch please)

when shit goes down 
ill be there
wit my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road ghost ridin ta hell fuck if i care... who wanna catch my droze
give a fuck blood 
i aint goin nowhere
templar night and day, live an die by the code, code of the street, how ta stay in the zone, how i own it and freak it to da base of da bone

i am the darkness creeping through your system
the lash of da whip
cracking every bitch 
into position
workin ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out, your subwoofers are melting.. hear a bitch say why's he yelling

who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip 
cause blood bath

(bitch please)

cuz i run this lik 
like dogtown ripped
that raw shit like none other
low down dirty shit 
shot off this hip
death grips, mothafucka

please, you must be 
smokin rocks
real shit for my people
and it just dont

Bitch Please

Death Grips - Bitch Please

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

HACKER
goin back to Tangier
with some jordans and a spear
post-chrisitan shit 
post chicken or the egg addiction shit
pass the sherm stick
neo-reality
be the freak you wanna see
just dont follow me
im on a journey to 
the center of three
grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane
while everybody's like no

i got this pregnant snake
stay surrounded by long hairs
a plethroa of maniacs 
and spiral stairs
make your water break 
in the apple store
sink or swim, who fucking cares
cut the birth cords
press send
yeah thick
gaga cant handle this shit

headed for the sammy davis wing
throw up a black hole at the entrance of linens n things 
on the way
never call it a day
visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today
still on the way
bigger wigs

(when you come out 
your shit is gone)
i'm in your area
i know the first three numbers
i'm in
when you come out 
your shit is gone

you'll catch a jpeg to the head
über reach
you're an intern
on wikileaks
most loved therefore most hated
come and knock on the door we've been waiting for you
game changer
reclusive aggressive
yingin and yanging noided
info warrior jack the hacker
the rolling stoner 
profit on disaster

my existence is a 
momentary lapse of reason
got the DNA of gothic lemons
shred it thirteen times
out of eleven
your bad ideas are the ATM
shed my skin
leave it for the homeless 
to sleep it
prodigal, fuck that nautical
teachin bitches how to swim

i'm in your area
i know the first three numbers
i'm in
(teachin bitches how to swim)

now backstroke
through your k-hole
dont run
ya might slip
the table's flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch

burmese babies under each arm
screamin beautiful songs
the cray cray ultra contrarion
havin conversations 
with your car alam
when you come out 
your shit is gone
soon your crew will be servin sandwiches named after me
vietnamese style fool, please
front row at the mass games

untracable by name
you speak of us in certain cicles you will be dethroned or detained
GONE

i'm in your area
i know the first three numbers
i'm in

Death Grips - Bitch Please

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