Death Grips — Centuries Of Damn

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fuck the sun fuck its kind
daylight sucks waste of mine
i fuck my mind narrow my mind
i bide my time like fuck in place

one day i’ll wave sun to ice
watch its kind get thrown like rice
my cackle stretch out like thunder
so fucking loud its vulgar

i pull my face out the dirt slow
these days i only wake up third of the way narco
held to deep rapid eye move hold
these days i recede rapid i reload

gun my chances closed road no road left to travel
i know what this calls for wheres my scalpel
operation cut like i’m bored sew my inner war up like corn rows
my internal war blows like freezing fog in oslo

frozen i can’t get soft baptized in hoarfrost
like carbon monoxide garage
freeze your blink with sandman’s flush

i hate you so much
i hate your laws
i hate your need a cause
i hate your faux touch
i hate every last one of you
i ponder digesting razors just to be done with you
i love you so much
i’m triple the motherfucker mondo fisted full of backwards

from banana town manor my slang step like legless lizard
i fuck around fashion a rocket shoot to mercury for the winter
extended vacation til i decompose on my splinters
i pull my face out the dirt slow

these days i only wake up third of the way narco
held to deep rapid eye move hold
these days i recede rapid i reload
gun my chances closed road no road left

to centuries of damn i’ve never been so yawn
can’t believe i’m still standing can’t believe life take this long
i stagger off to find my lighter
i don’t return

till the day sag A* validates mankind’s destiny in a worm
by the way, i don’t pet bleachers
court side to nose bleeders

like i shoot shit with gimps no response losem’ once
incoming second attempt to b real i shh shootem’up
them clueless strut nailed to crucifix lilith shoved up her cunt
fuck

i pull my face out the dirt slow
these days i only wake up third of the way narco
held to deep rapid eye move hold
these days i recede rapid i reload
gun my chances closed road no road left