Released: April 14, 2012

Songwriter: Zach Hill MC Ride

Producer: Andy Morin Zach Hill

[Intro]
Hey, no ins and outs
You come out, your shit is gone, bitch

[Verse 1]
Goin' back to Tangier with some Jordans and a spear
Post-Christian shit, post-chicken-or-the-egg-addiction shit
Pass the sherm stick, Neo-reality
Be the freak you wanna see, just don't follow me
I'm on a journey to the center of three
Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane
While everybody's like (Nooooo!)
I got this pregnant snake; stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethora 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 can't 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

[Bridge 1]
When you come out, your shit is gone
When you come out, your shit is gone
When you come out, your shit is gone
When you come out, your shit is gone

[Chorus]
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—

[Bridge 1]
When you come out, your shit is gone
When you come out, your shit is gone (I'm in—)
When you come out, your shit is gone
When you come out, your shit is gone

[Verse 2]
You'll catch a jpeg to the head, über reach
You're an intern, I'm Wikileaks
Most loved, therefore most hated
Come and knock on the door, we've been waiting for you
Game changer, reclusive-aggressive
Ying-ing and yang-ing, noided
Info warrior, Jack the Hacker
The rolling stoner, puffin' 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 in
Prodigal, fuck that, nautical
Teachin' bitches how to swim (I'm in—)

[Chorus]
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—

[Bridge 2]
Teachin' bitches how to swim
Teachin' bitches how to swim (I'm in—)
Teachin' bitches how to swim
Teachin' bitches how to swim
Now backstroke, through your k-hole
Don't run, you might slip
The table's flipped, now we got all the coconuts, bitch

[Verse 3]
Burmese babies under each arm
Screaming beautiful songs
The cray-cray ultra-contrarian
Havin' conversations with your car alarm
When you come out, your shit is gone
Soon your crew will be serving sandwiches named after me
Vietnamese style, fool, please
Front row at the mass games, untraceable by name
You speak of us in certain circles, you will be dethroned or detained

[Bridge 3]
Gone, gone
Your shit is gone, gone
When you come out, your shit is gone

[Chorus]
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers

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.