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French Kiss the Abyss

French Kiss the Abyss (ft. The Garden)

Death Grips - The Powers That B (Jenny Death)

Death Grips Exmilitary (Official Mixtape)

RELEASE DATE April 27 2011

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 5 - Takyon (Death Yon)

Hot Head

Poser Killer

Bottomless Pit

Trash

track from upcoming Lemon Twigs album, due later this year!
written and performed by Michael and Brian D'Addario
produced by Jonathan Rado
tour dates 
July 4 - New York, NY - @ South Street Seaport 
July 5 - Toronto, ON @ Horseshoe Tavern
July 6 - Ferndale, MI @ The Loving Touch
July 8th - Bloomington, IN @ The Bishop
July 9 - Chicago, IL @ Hideout 
July 10 - Chicago, IL - @West Fest
July 11 - Cincinnati, OH @ MOTR Pub 
September 7 - Nashville, TN @ Mercy Lounge*
September 8 - Atlanta, GA @ Terminal West*
September 10 - Asheville, NC @ Grey Eagle*
September 12 - Richmond, VA @ The National*
September 13 - Baltimore, MD @ Ottobar *
*w/ Car Seat Headrest

As Long As We're Together

Here's another track from our upcoming record to be released on 4AD! 

August 9 - London, UK @ The Sebright Arms
September 7 - Nashville, TN @ Mercy Lounge*
September 8 - Atlanta, GA @ Terminal West*
September 10 - Asheville, NC @ Grey Eagle*
September 12 - Richmond, VA @ The National*
September 13 - Baltimore, MD @ Ottobar*
*w/ Car Seat Headrest 

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These Words

Live from Death Valley

Death Grips - Fyrd Up

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

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

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

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