Released: May 6, 2016

Songwriter: Zach Hill MC Ride

Producer: Zach Hill Andy Morin

[Chorus 1]
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
Nylons on
Side bitches don’t
Your table through my
My body through your
Three bedrooms in a good neighborhood
On fire like a margarita made out of wood
She got solar panels for thirty cents a watt
In the future, there’s a party from the past, she’s a cop

[Verse 1]
I’ll jail break ADX with a blank tarot card
Same card pull your hoe card like Zoltar
Two crystal balls dangle from my boneyard
I’m niagara falls flowing crowbar
La la la la, I got folsom bars
Your flows uniral take a dive bars
La la la la
Go down in the fifth you service town car
Swiftly service me, bitch it’s called outlaw

[Chorus 2]
Nylons on veal
Side bitches don’t heal
Your table through my head
My body through your bed
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
Three bedrooms in a good neighborhood
On fire like a margarita made out of wood
She got solar panels for thirty cents a watt
In the future, there’s a party from the past, she’s a cop

[Verse 2]
This private ocean I carve
I’ll carve this bitch into high art
No say bitch made state of mind art
My murder spree murk out this conk
Albert Fish gaunt sunk out this conk
Strictly ugly fuck for your cunt
Cunts over easy and more blunts
Thermal strong arm gravity sink bong
Head games with an only child
I foghorn devils devils jelly
Felt me, unbelt me, bombard your belly
Force feed me through your telly
Cyborg swelling pregnant can’t abort

[Chorus 3]
Nylons on
Side bitches don’t
Your table through my
My body through your
Nylons on veal
Side bitches don’t heal
Your table through my head
My body through your
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
I’m all up in my glory hole S-O no, no, no, no
Nylons on
Side bitches don’t
Your table through my
My body through your
Nylons on veal
Side bitches don’t heal
Your table through my head
My body through your

Death Grips

Death Grips is an experimental multi-genre group from Sacramento, CA, formed in 2010. Their music and live performances consist of vocals from Stefan “MC Ride” Burnett and production from Zach Hill and Andy Morin. On July 2nd, 2014, the band officially announced their disbanding via a note on their Facebook page. However, on October 21, 2015, they announced they ‘might make some more’ music together, and released a new album, Bottomless Pit in 2016. Their latest album, Year of the Snitch, was released in 2018.

The band’s music has been described as punk rock, hip-hop, noise, industrial, and electronic. Their sound ranges from minimalistic and trunk-rattling heaviness (such as on “No Love”), to rapping about dark subjects over heavily distorted samples (like on “I’ve Seen Footage”). They have also released two entirely instrumental albums, Fashion Week and Interview 2016, which feature abrasive and violent electronic beats and some guitars.

Frontman Stefan Burnett’s violent lyrics draw inspiration from a struggle both against himself and against the world at large, focusing on themes of individualism, paranoia, mental illness, drug use, occultism, and the emotionally degenerative nature of modern society.