lured her then call out with "hEy YaHwEh" hahahaha

at this point stefan is about to die. his eyes experience the last moments while he remembers his past, in particular the sound of his art, which is at the same time dying with him.

IM ABOUT TO POUT SOMEONE ON THIS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

RUBBBER SKIN SRUBBBER PUT ME ON I WANT ANIME SKIN ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Death Grips - The Powers That B (Jenny Death)

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Death Grips- Full Moon (Death Classic)

The Primitives Talk

Steroids

Bald Headed Girl

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

GET GOT
get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot

tail pipe draggin volume blastin bailin out my brain red light flash
dem stop i smash
abraxas, hydroplane, massive
catch this flight flow 
rainin madness
mastered mine and laced 
the ave wit black cat fish tailin waves of stratus
curb right ta far left lane

dont wait for me, if i care
bout anything, anywhere
losin myself, i get the stares
what im lookin at, wasnt there
(wasnt there)

nothin out there
cant stay inside
hit the bar, sleep deprived
who drove the car
im still alive
up in smoke, moon was low
howd you know
didnt say i did
whose is this, you know what this is.. but do you know

get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot
fly inside out 
rot dem big shot simp slot shit but a one hit quick stop

so many ways 
ta skin the frame
remember when
first got strange
now i just think it life obey
so what comes next
right away
(right away)

raise the cup, tilt it dry
come black cloud 
cover the sky
tongue through pupil 
of your eye
sickness moves you cant deny
lickin through you mastermind
for mercy man cry

yeah im knowin and 
you know why
nail through mental 
ever dem try
pigeon hole me get crucified
cant clone this edge 
whats it cost
to lose your head
wit out end up lost
should be askin 
wheres the safe
born wit a ski mask
on my face

get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot

lycanthropic manic cycles
fire water burnin bibles
wake up ragin call a taxi
take me to the nearest city
cell light up yeah get at me make it quick though blood im busy (get busy)

drilled a hole into my head
pierced the bone and
felt the breeze
lift my thoughts out
dem sick bed
wit a pair of crow
skeleton wings
know nothin since then 
it seems
been floatin through
the nexus threadin dreams

get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot


Get Got

Death Grips - Get Got

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

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