Guillotine

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Death Grips - Rap, USA

Guillotine

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[Chorus] It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes Guillotine, yeah [Verse 1] Sit in the dark and ponder How I'm fit to make the bottom Fall through the floor And they all fall down, yeah (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Yeah Out of the shadows, barrage of witch-tongue cobra spit Over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke stomp music, seriously, yeah (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Can't stop the groove licks Jaws clear off them locks Relentless raw movement Fit to knock you from here to that G-spot body rock, connected To everything you want, ever did want We got it, why not come get it? Stick your head in that hole and watch me drop This cold guillotine death sentence, yeah Yeah [Chorus] It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes Guillotine, yeah [Verse 2] Hidden art, between and beneath Every fragmented figure of speech Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat Causes my jaws to call Out, out, out, out, yeah (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) The screen's flashing red (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Can't see shit but heads (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Spinning Exorcist, like planets (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Out of orbit, off the edge (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Of mine axis, whipping through doors (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) To far more than all that's ever been said, yeah Tie the cord, kick the chair and you're dead, yeah Yeah [Chorus] It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes Guillotine, yeah Guillotine, yeah [Verse 3] Head of a trick in a bucket Body of a trick in a bag And thrown in the fire like "fuck it" Gotta burn it before it goes bad One too many times been disgusted By the stench of rot, it's such a drag, yeah Get broke by the street, like bloodstained glass, yeah Choke on these nuts till the very last, yeah (It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes) Serial number, killing machine, the illest of means To an end built on the filthy sound you're experiencing, yeah Yeah [Chorus] It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes Guillotine, yeah Guillotine, yeah [Verse 4] Tinted windows, bulletproof The slip knot fixing rope to noose To the gravestone grinder of cold steel The passion that blinds me so I feel, yeah Can't let go, no it flows through our veins Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains And they all fall down, yeah [Outro] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

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  • Zach Hill
  • MC Ride