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Lock Your DoorsDeath Grips

Released: October 1, 2012

Songwriter: Zach Hill MC Ride

Producer: Andy Morin Zach Hill

[Hook]
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me

[Verse 1]
Corner of my eye
The coroner's here; why?
Under pressure
I
My back bone slip left to the death
Massive procession of cold sweat
Stalactite step slide through, you're next
Get me inside I'll do the rest
(Them things, them things, don't even ask me)
Master of self-contained combust
Sustained disgust, command him claim
Figure eight strut, can't be touched
Subversive infiltration reign supreme in none me trust
Why must them? Fuck them
Mine vomit stain them, feel not but hate them
Line up back facin', suspense rapes them
One by one hot cum shot clip spray them
Life drop and waste them in pine box laid them to
Grime dismantled, churn the fat
Light the candle, burn the wax
Before me dies, in scorch uprise
Can't deny it, no way back

[Hook]
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me

[Verse 2]
Invoke ancient locc to the brain in a blaze ignition weightless world
Warped rotation, path is blurred
Memento mori, dead man's curve
Oblivion transcender becomes him shroud
I can't remember, I'm no one now
Comin' for yours, lock your doors
Identifier: destroyer
Come on, stick me, cut me, drain me, suck me, drink me, take me down
Feel me one three make your pumping chamber pound and drown

[Hook]
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me
I got some shit to say, just for the fuck of it
Them things, them things, don't even ask me

[Outro]
Bear the mark
Take one to know
Lifted chin
Face don't show

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.

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