Death Grips

Released: June 8, 2014

Songwriter: MC Ride

Producer: Andy Morin Zach Hill

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Get that call
Can't hold shit down
Fuck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
Fuck fucked me out

[Chorus]
Death, fuck
Let's fuck
Just don't touch me
Just fuck-fuck me
Fuck-fuck me out
Why don't you just
Fuck-fuck me out

[Verse 1]
Fuck-fuck me
I ain't shit
I know it
That ain't shit
Either
Fuck-fuck me
Deceiver
I believe you
Every time
No one believes me
But that's alright
I'll prove them right
Like these fucks
Like these fucks

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Come at me like
Can't hold shit down
Fuck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
Fuck fucked me out

[Chorus]
Death, fuck
Let's fuck
Just don't touch me
Just fuck-fuck me
Fuck-fuck me out
Why don't you just
Fuck-fuck me out

[Verse 2]
Well, I'll be
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I'll take you there
I'll leave you there
Fuck, luck, fuck
Don't need it there
Don't matter where
We're there first
So what you worth
Not what you bought
Just like I thought
You ain't got shit
Don't trip, I got you
Yeah, I got that
Fuck, fuck, riff
I got a complex
Just for you to
Have and hold
Like deuce deuce
Catch no no
Yes, yes, yes
You should just
Fuck-fuck me
Yes, yes, yes
You should just
Fuck-fuck me
Yes, yes, yes
You should just
Fuck-fuck me
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Get that call
Can't hold shit down
Fuck it all
I'm going down
I use me up
Ain't worth shit now
Truth be sold
Fuck fucked me out

[Chorus]
Death, fuck
Let's fuck
Just don't touch me
Just fuck-fuck me
Fuck-fuck me out
Why don't you just
Fuck-fuck me out

[Outro]
Fuck bloom bam, fuck bam blew, fuck boom blam
Fuck new glam, fuck glam new, fuck goon gland
Fuck fluke flam, fuck flam fluke, fuck half shoe
Fuck glim sham, fuck gam through, we statue
Fuck well-well, fuck our will, we're idiot
Fuck well-well, fuck our will, we're idiot
Fucks buy us, fuck bind spell, we cakewalk
Fuck suspect, we foretell, we séance
Fuck he she they we make me feel
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Woe is why us he she they fuss
Wah, wah, wah - fuck
Blah, blah, blah - fuck
Woe is why them, why can't reach us
Blah, blah, blah - fuck
Wah, wah, wah - fuck
We have never been our business
Why don't you just
Fuck me out

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.

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