The i.l.y's - Hey mind reader @deathgrippin

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Track 6 from "Scum with Boundaries"
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$Death Grips - Thru the walls Track 10 from Death Grips - Ex Military http://thirdworlds.net THROUGH THE WALLS Im coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didnt, fuck you Plutonium lore What this is, what this for Feel my fists push black holes Through your bitch ass decor Split it back like a whore And make you shit your fucking drawers Scared to ride, cowards fall Before my eyes, sound of my balls Dragging like cannon loaded wagons Drug by demons down your halls Cant imagine whats fit to happen When I get to flashing, see the small Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking And less than that in no time at all. Cant believe they have the gaul To try and act like theyre not trapped Between these walls ... Bring it, bring it, bring it, kill it Bring it, bring that shit heated Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it Sometimes feel like Im close but never get there NEVER GET THERE Does it mean Im a ghost if Im still here? WANNA LEAVE HERE And if I am why cant I just float through the walls? THROUGH THE WALLS And if I can, were they even ever there at all? NOT AT ALL Too much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so bad Been there so long I cant remember who I am, or where I stand But in the end I guess I just dont give a damn Twist a gram and keep on sticking with the original plan Fuck it man Judge you no more than I wish to be judged Even on the low But I do know what you do not speak of Dont know but it shows Try to hide but I see who you are because I just know Keep talking but you already said too much There you go How it is nows how it it always was Thats on my blood How it is nows how it it always was Thats on my blood Bring it, bring that shit heated Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it See my blood spill drip, by chances Try to chill, quit, cuz I cant just slip into a zagthoth trance Tongue hissing, serpent chants Come again work it in, yeah just like that We paint our insides black As the shadows hind our flesh And make all that we lack The part of life that we forget All praise due to the fact That weve forgotten how to sweat it Check it Bring it KILL IT On everything I own Swear would rather slit my throat and die on the run Than be the one who ends up hangin from that rope Tied to the thumb of the man who comes to empty your pockets when you choke Got to get that shit myself and get the fuck out of this game Before I end up getting stuck with no one but myself to blame All the way insane staring at the ceiling in the dark trying not to let the feeling tear you apart but the silence is buzzing and it wont stop tell yourself its almost over but its not Subscribe: http://bit.ly/DeathGripsYT Facebook: http://bit.ly/DeathGripsFB Twitter: http://bit.ly/DeathGripsTW Web http://thirdworlds.net$