Death Grips - Spikes

Track 3 from Bottomless Pit Download: Stream: Vinyl Pre-order: Spikes I skid like Rita lifted ocean I drift like my planet don’t spin I skid all over marks like I’m haunted rev it up twirl my la la like profits it’s never much I’m war torn in the cockpit don’t interrupt my turbulence slaps my path massive demands panoramic you’re having notions I’m not impressed shitty you’re ten thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping my hancock do-rag riptides like tent city standoff through low lands eerie silencing peel out press me to magnetic slab severe swerving I tow lag off uncertainty ’til your zipper locks my salvia silhouette commence shots sixty shots a second on this hexed clock I strike ’tween each time your solar plex drops I’m skidding out I can’t help yourself I skid in doubt I’ve dealt with yourself I tricked hell out I’m all helter skelter I’m on that Faust none of me left but reflex skidding out pulse in my chest feel like it’s fixing to bounce bounce bitch I can’t be the road I’m crashing into planes I crash and stroll maxed out my oath don’t blame me I’ve no soul spikes my skids ’til the brink I jizz snowmen tall knives in my grill feel potent my jigsaw manipulates you open my skids rit rubbernecks agent orange I skid like I’m no use my headband expand like I choose juice I binge all black enhance my tragic ends to a means I can’t establish noise of nomads on sapphire spice cumulus in both hands can’t kill myself twice pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies traumatized on for size roadkill hides like yuppies I’m too passcode these gates won’t stay closed control gets old I smash out my skin my vessel thrown like slack at the wind I’m finally astral now grab my stems spikes