Exmilitary

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GK#82 c&p 2011 karaoke/death grips

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released 26 August 2011
GRINDCORE CINEMA presents
a THIRD WORLDS production
"Exmilitary"

Death Grips: MC Ride, Info Warrior, Flatlander, Zach Hill.

Booking: mgmt@thirdworlds.net
Email : deathgripz@gmail.com
Website: thirdworlds.net

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tags: experimental grindcore heavy psychedelic hiphop

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Track Name: Beware
BEWARE
I close my eyes and seize it | I clench my fists and beat it | I light my torch and burn it | I am the beast I worship... and I know soon come my time | For in mine void a pale horse burns | But I fear not the time I'm taken | Past the point of no return | Wage war like no tomorrow | 'Cuz no hell there won't be one | For all who deny the struggle | The triumphant overcome | Trips to where, few have been | Out of thin air, upon high winds | Rites begin when the sun descends | Have felt what few will ever know | Have seen the truth beneath the glow, of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow | I am below, so far below | The bottom line | Transmitting live, transmissions rise | From the depths out of controlled by | Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes | Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds | 'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine | To ride the waves, of unrest | Made to make me shine as a testament | To why the ways of the blind will never get | Shit but shanked by my disrespect | Dismiss this life, worship death | Cold blood night of serpent's breath | Exhaled like spells from the endlessness | In the bottomless wells of emptiness | Channeled to invoke what we represent | Secret order | Elitist horde of creeping fire | Seizing power | Riders of the lupus hour | Eye on palm | Time is gone | Moonlight drawn | Fly 'til dawn | Sacrifice to rise beyond | Deep inside the violent calm of the coming storm | In blood sworn | To glorify and for life adorn | With all that dies to become unborn | I close my eyes and seize it | I clench my fists and beat it | I light my torch and burn it | I am the beast I worship... I am the beast I worship | In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns curve like psychotropic scythes | And smell of torn flesh bled dry | By hell swarms of pestis flies | Vomiting forth flames lit by an older than ancient force | That slays this life with no remorse | The spiral storm of flames inside | The torch I raise | The force I ride | Feel my vessel go up in flames | Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed | Direct connection to the source | Vestment of unnatural force | Forever burning black torch | Wisdom of the old and true | Possessed by the chosen few | Shining to reveal the ways of a darkness that pervades | All that is and ever was | Inferno of witches blood | Worship is not on bended knee | Nature knows not of mercy | To pray is to accept defeat | Power pisses on the weak | Bow and beheaded by the beast | Beggar on a bitches leash | Scum is desperate for relief | Worship is the way I ride | Witching currents through the eye of storms that force the false to die | Worship the flames with which I rise | Into apocalyptic skies | Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone | In splintered skeleton I roam |Wastelands with not to call my own | But the path I walk alone | The hunger burns, within my gut | As my bones turn into dust | And I know soon come my time | For in mine void a pale horse burns | But I fear not the time I'm taken | Past the point of no return | Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont we one | For all who deny the struggle | The triumphant overcome... I close my eyes and seize it | I clench my fists and beat it | I light my torch and burn it | I am the beast I worship... I am the beast I worship
Track Name: Guillotine
GUILLOTINE
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes | Guillotine - yah | Sit in the dark and ponder how I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor and they all fall down - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue | Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke | Stomp music seriously - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Can't stop the groove lic's jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement | Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected | To everything you want, ever did want | We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole and watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech, tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call | Out, out, out, out - yah | The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads | Spinning exorcist like planets | Out of orbit off the edge | Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that’s ever been said - yah | Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah | Yah... guillotine - yah... guillotine - yah | Head of a trick in a bucket | Body of a trick in a bag | And thrown in the fire like fuck it | Gotta burn it before it goes bad | One too many times been disgusted | By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah | Get broke by the street like blood stained glass - yah | Choke on these nuts 'til the very last - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Serial number, killing machine | The illest of means, to an end built on the filthy sound you're experiencing - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Tinted windows, bulletproof | The slip knot fixin' rope to noose | To the grave stone grinder of cold steel | The passion that blinds me so I feel - YAH | Can't let go, no it flows through our veins | Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains | And they all fall down - yah
Track Name: Spread Eagle Cross The Block
SPREAD EAGLE CROSS THE BLOCK
I fuck the music | I make it cum | I fuck the music with my serpent tongue | Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man its here | No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones | I got a jones for it | I wanna know more, 'cuz its bout what I got to show for it | I want some more of it | I want too much | I got so bored with it | I shot it up | Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up | What is it? Where is it? | How will it affect me | Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me | Fuck buying it I'm taking it, and sharing it with nobody | 'Cuz all I really need is some cool shit to mob | Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job | I own that shit | On some throw back shit | You already know that shit | You even know 'bout how I know the man | Who grows that, bitch… you can't buy it with your money | You can't find it overseas | It"s one of those things that seems outlandish | 'Til you have it's not a dream | As for me, I'm cool with it | And that's alright 'cuz it's my thing | Work that angle 'til it's beveled | Curve of the blade doubled | Edge made to bleed the struggle | Best believe the game's a hustle | Observer of the strange occurrences | Conjurer of the subtle | Unseen but felt disturbances | That burst a bitches bubble | That’s right it's all mine | It’s all mine never was yours | Like how you wait in line | While I walk straight through the door (straight through the...) | Hear you say something | But ain't nothing – spectators ignored | Pay no mind to that chump's | Just a player hatin' whore | I fuck the music | I make it cum | I fuck the music with my serpent tongue | Ain’t no fun if the aliens can't have none | How I fuck it dirty | How I make it twitch and scream | How it screams oh baby hurt me | Work me to the bone oh please | How I bend the rhythm over | And hit, hit, hit it on my knees | Give, give, give it up | I need it all the time | Bleed it on the drop of a dime – down to pound it 'til it shines | Moonlit lake of blood red wine | Make no mistake, I makes it mine | Break shit down and make it grind | To the groove used to align | The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes | Nuclear steeze creeps and winds | Through secrets behind and between | Every time I scream | Shit is mine | It's all mine | All the time |Shit is mine | What is it, where is it, how will it affect me | Fuck that shit I need that shit | Thought you knew, thought you thought | Thought you did but did not | Come on through what you got | Is it cool is it hot? | Check one, two, man don't stop | I'm not through black blood clot | In my view like that twat | Spread eagle cross the block | Need no ego to rock | What we know just gets dropped | How we keep shit on lock | 'Cuz all I really need is some cool shit to mod | Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job | Shit is mine | Its all mine | All the time | Shit is mine
Track Name: Lord of The Game (Feat. Mexican Girl)
LORD OF THE GAME
Into the flame, into the fire | With no regard for a thing, fuck that I'm the lord of the game | I rule this empire | Lord of the game | Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt | 'Cuz no one has came even close to the train of thought we drop like neutron bombs from the tower | Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher | Than anything seen in your entire | Life spent in chains, sonic live wire | Electrified rain from the lips of the driver | Whippin' the wheel | Flippin' donuts to peel | Out on the face of the base, where's my lighter? | Need it to kill one more and chill | While I feel it so much my gut burns like the tires | Movin' this movement of real shit inspired | By all that has come before this and was done | For the real ones packin' real guns loaded with power | Shower the slums with power from the war marching drums that have come to devour | The weakness that runs when we come | Fuckin' cowards | When they tell you you must make it and you think hell no | Got a bad feeling and can't shake it | Hits so low | Lord of the game | Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt | 'Cuz no one has came even close to the train of thought | We drop like neutron bombs from the tower | 'Pon which we maintain | Like soldiers of fame and fortune denied as to to get by without the | Bullshit coming at me from all sides | Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide | Told me it was all good, but they lied | Don't wait to see whites of their eyes | Death to everyone who does not recognize | Wars never done, think it is you die | Where was I now | Like I said before | Hear someone knockin' at my front door | Who could it be, should I ignore the knockin' or see what could be in store | For me if I leave the safety of the shore | So many options, so little time | To do what I want 'fore the end of the line | Places it's blade in the small of my spine | Is it paranoia, is it real? | How long can a man enjoy what he doesn't feel | When they ask if you can make it and you don't wanna go | When they tell you you must make it and you think hell no | Got a bad feeling and can't shake it | Hits so low (rather be stuck naked) | Than waste my time like the last time and every time before that | Don't waste my time even one more time | When you know that shit is whack | Don't make me remind of you of the last time you | Said you’d never go back | Fuck where you're from, fuck where you're goin', it's all about where you're at
Track Name: Takyon (Death Yon)
TAKYON (DEATH YON)
Triple six, five, forked tongue | Subatomic penetration rapid fire through your skull |How I shot it on one taking it back to the days of trying to lose control | Swerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bones | Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon | Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it - Takyon | Alright that’s tight, what its like to experience - Takyon | Out of the blue, in through the back | Door coming through like fuck what was that | Man I don’t know, but it made me feel so heated | How we creep without showing you jack | Shit from below, give a shit if you know | 'Cuz even if you did, you’d keep coming back | Back for more, need it man you're addicted to the heat | We make beats catch | Beat it 'til it bleeds to death, each track | Like EPMD snappin' necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map | Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon | Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it - Takyon | Alright that’s tight what its like to experience - Takyon | Takyon, shot down your throat like a keg of beer | Choke on the smoke we in and exhale 'til the whole chamber is clear | Haters act so fucking weird | Try to stain this atmosphere | But they can't 'cuz its way too sheer | How to make a hater disappear | Take shit where it ain’t never been | Fuck what you thought could not comprehend | This shit if I fisted your brain with it | 10-9-8-7-triple 6-5-forked tongue | Criminal level crunk lightning storm | Get out the way or get up torn | Ain’t a picture big enough to fit | What we dig up from the core of all that they forgot ever was | Militant march of this war | Takyon - taking them down | All we see is blood | Takyon - turning them out | How to trick out and freak that buzz | Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon | Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it - Takyon | Alright that’s tight what its like to experience - Takyon | Lunar eclipse forcing you to trip off the moonlit fire we spray | Cryonic haunted bullets hollow tipped with toxic waste | So here’s the deal, if you don’t feel ill | Don’t want it nowhere near my zone | That shit is dead, can't nobody get with that shit gets dial toned | Takyon - bitch slappin' pussy clots and clones | Takyon - settin' off unibombs inside your dome | Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon | Hell yeah, fuck yeah I feel like killing it - Takyon | Alright that’s tight what its like to experience - Takyon
Track Name: Klink
KLINK
Whatchya gonna do when they come for you | A gang of hatin' pigs | What have they ever really done for you | Ain’t never done shit | Stash what you got cuz they're comin' through | Best get rid of that quick 'cuz when they get here you know what they're gonna do | All they ever do is trip | Minding my own business... try to hem me up like for life stuck in the klink haters in blue | How they set me up should I test my luck, here they come they're in pursuit | What did I do? | What haven't I done, you want to see my I.D. Umm... well OK, where I'm coming from? | Just on my way not on the run | Whatchyou want me to say are you just 'bout done? | Power trippin' asshole lickin' haters | Notice how they strut | Through the spot like anybody wants to see a cop, man everybody knows they suck | I got to be somewhere man fuck! | Why the hell you always stoppin' me, round the clockin' me like what | Whatchya gonna do when they come for you | A gang of hatin' pigs | What have they ever really done for you | Ain’t never done shit | Stash what you got 'cuz they're comin' through | Best get rid of that quick | 'Cuz when they get here you know what they're gonna do | All they ever do is trip | Six feet deep below the street | So they can't never say shit again | Fuck the man with a thick broomstick and put a black flag on the end | Got to watch my back or just like that | I’m bound to get locked up | The law's watching me, constantly | Too close and way too much | Looking over my shoulder and checking in the rear view mirror | 'Cuz I'm never not but a moment from getting taken to jail | They're knocking at my door, down my door They're shining lights in my eyes | Exactly what do they stand for | Ever asking more of I man why | Like it matters why I chose to ignore | All the laws I've been told to abide | Think I’m on parole, thinking I just stole | Some shit you got an A.P.B out on but no | You're wrong as usual hell no it wasn't me | Have the nerve to ask me if I'm drunk when I’m pissing in the middle of the street | Looking over my shoulder... by the way why they always acting | Like they know how to size me up | Ignorant bastards coming after me | All the time on mine had enough | Why they always wanna hassle me, pigs all up on my nuts | Like they have to be, like I can't see 'em | Trying to play shade tree in the cuts | By robbing me of my dignity | So in the end I never say much | But ain’t a time pass I don’t wish I could flash | On Penelope like fuck! | Shot this for everyone who's been there | For my real ones who understand | What it feels like to have your rights read to you by the...
Track Name: Culture Shock
CULTURE SHOCK
Culture shock, future shock | Fuck yourself, choke yourself | Useless information occupies every open space inside your skull | You know whats going on every day every night | Everywhere swear you're so international | Upside down cross on the Jumbotron | Wait up, hold on | Blowing anthrax off my palms | Say what, you're wrong | Switch stance, face plant | Napalm fire starters | Flatlander, plug puller | Nose dive turbulence chartered | You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slow | You're the media's creation, yeah your free will has been taken and you don't know | Choke yourself, fuck yourself | Culture shock, future shock | Fuck yourself, choke yourself | Never seen without one hundred | She's a satanic priestess | Anarchy on ice freak flag flying faceless elitist | Crow on the down low end | Reppin' Orion's belt | Atlantis ancient vagina | Getting dusty on the shelf | Enter the pigs don't get it | No hands I'm shattering jaws | Double nickels on the dime | Fuck glam can lick my balls | Culture shock, future shock | Fuck yourself, choke yourself | Whatchya gonna be when you're grown young blood? | Gonna be a mindless drone | Won't ever have to think | No your head'll be linked directly to your cell phone | The virus is alive, I can see it in your eyes | The infection is full blown | Career killer, double decker packed with suicidal brides | Four armed fury in a filthy dream about splitting your bitches thighs | Enters through unknowing eyes | Touch the key its in your mind | Can't delete it and soon you'll find | How bad you need it all the time | Culture shock, future shock | Fuck yourself, choke yourself | Shiva slashin' through your flat screen | Is nowhere for you to hide | Strangled by anaconda thumbs to the soundtrack of world genocide | My thoughts tie knots in silver spoons | Vampire on the rise | Punk a chump wit a cunt for brains platoon | In the zone and on the grind | Dead matter disposer from the mountains without peaks | Catch and release | Time released horse capsule swallowed to wake the savage beast | Culture shock, future shock | Fuck yourself, choke yourself | Gotta get them outta here now | Infected act so weird how'd you get it | You're pathetic | Quarantine the virus | Culture shock, future shock | Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Track Name: Thru The Walls
THRU THE WALLS
I'm coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didn't, 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 | Can't 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 | Can't believe they have the gaul | To try and act like they’re 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 I'm close but never get there | NEVER GET THERE | Does it mean I'm a ghost if I'm still here? | WANNA LEAVE HERE and if I am why can't 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 can't remember who I am, or where I stand | But in the end I guess I just don’t 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 | Don’t 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 now's how it it always was | That’s on my blood | How it is now's how it it always was | That’s 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 can't 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 we've 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 won't stop | Tell yourself its almost over | But its not
Track Name: Known For It
KNOWN FOR IT
Known for it... known for it | Known for it, been through it | Done everything I can to it | Road to it, 'til I broke through it | Never was attached to it | Took all I had in a flash knew it was 'bout ta crash | So I mashed through it | Known for it | Had ta do it | Hacked into it | I pay the price ta roll wit it | Waste your life and you wont get it | Played out wit nowhere ta go bet it | Makes you feel like a ho don’t it? | Don’t it... known for it | Let it eat shit and die | As I creep lit off the deep hits wit a sick mind | On the secrets I rely 'pon ta freak this | You can tell me what you said - go ahead | But no sooner than you said it, you can bet it was left for dead | All you said in and out of my head in seconds | Keep em guessin' endlessly | Never let 'em know where your headed | King of the unknown cloaked in mystery | How ta show 'em they don’t mean shit ta me | Never meant a thing to me | Effortlessly dead to me | Check the sign no vacancy | Extremely selective memory | Known for it, gotta stay deep in the zone or it’ll take everything you own, floor it | Get it, get it | I pay the price ta roll wit it | Waste your life and you wont get it | Played out wit nowhere ta go bet it | Makes you feel like a ho don’t it? | Don’t it... known for it | Let it eat shit and die | As I creep lit off the deep hits wit a sick mind | On the secrets I rely 'pon ta freak this | Known for it since way back, all about it | Never been without it | How ta ride it inside out of da clouded | By the enemy surrounded | Thoughts that make you feel lost don’t doubt it | You might just need it | Already did that, can't never go back | Yeah fuck that | Gets the bozack | Laid on the gas, leaned back and blew it | Twelve gauge blasted out abused it | Left it for the next, hit eject done wit that | You want it you can have it, no questions asked | Left that shit on the side of the road in a ditch, don’t trip | If ya have one let a man so I could flip a bitch and kill it | Head for the hills when it makes you feel like you can't ever chill no more, fuck it | Every time I get it ta wind, round my finger and recline | Behave or be slayed 'cuz I will be damned if mine ever decays | Forever on attack gut check the blind | Game recognize game is tight | Bow down or get banged for life | 'Cuz I... am... known for it
Track Name: I Want It I Need It (Death Heated)
I WANT IT I NEED IT (DEATH HEATED)
Been working way too much | Need to get out and get fucked up | Whats going on? | Where's it at? | Make some calls to make it crack, lets see... I need money, drugs, a ride and a spot with hot ones inside | The mission: to get all of the above in a limited amount of time | I can do this and it's done | Like that we're on our way | Be it acid on the tongue | Cocaine in your brain or some weed that hits your lungs like a runaway train | Hell yeah, from DMT to MDMA | Got all that shit and more | So 'til dawn we're okay... but anyway... fuck a line, every time | Get in, get a drink and lose our minds | All eyes on the dime | That makes your dick want to grind | Know you got a good buzz going 'cuz everything is glowing | Skirt so short her ass is showing | And she's looking so you’re knowing you could get it tonight | But there’s so much around | Best take your time do it right | As you keep getting higher | Lights look like they're on fire | Soon all that’s left of you is your most primal desires | Ass clappin', dick suckin', lock the door to the bathroom – quick fuckin' | Find a whore and it could happen | But it's nothin', 'cuz you're drunk and you'll be blackin' out | Before you even get a chance to think 'bout what you're doing | I want it, I need it, need it to make me feel heated | Shake it, can't take it, must break it | Break if off yea, what'd I say bitch… bitch | Getting looser and looser and losing yourself | In the groove that has the whole party movin' | You're cruisin', you don't know what you're doing and you don't give a… 'cuz you're so liquored up, you throw it up and keep on riding 'cuz your timing is on | And that fine one is on you, its time to get gone | Too far up in it to yawn, 'til it's finished come on | Get more twisted and bomb the dance floor 'til it breaks | Start to pondering rape | Me I'm all bout the face | But it takes all kinds | So pay no mind to the taste | Want to hear that song | You know the one with the bass | That makes their asses gyrate | Forget to hydrate | 'Til they're so fucked up they take | Off all of their clothes and whip | It on me like my body's made to fit 'tween their lips | You got the ones on their grill or between their hips | But either way I must say I really don't give a shit | Long as its done well, and they promise not to tell | We could do this like an orgy | In the bowels of hell | Where every Lucy’s hella horny | And their pussies don't smell | Argh... where's it at? | I want it, I need it, need it to make me feel heated | Shake it, can't take it, must break it | Break if off yea, what'd I say bitch… bitch | Responsibility's cool, but there’s more things in life | Like getting your dick | Rode all fucking night | By the kind of girl that knows how to keep her shit tight | Legs in the air, looking like they feel nice | Volcano pussy melt your peter like ice | And the drugs got you going back for more 'cuz you're like I just can't get enough of that cum clutch, well alright | It's time to find one and take one | Right now | It's time to find one and make one say | I'm down | Think I just found one, 'bout to break one off | Meanwhile... hallucinating crazy, getting lost for miles, may have gotten too fucked up 'cuz I forgot how to smile | Gonna have to do this shit Jim Morrison style | Will it work? | Probably not, but its worth a try | First hot one I see with sex in her eyes | Will be the hot one I need to take home with me tonight | Wish me luck, give me dap and I'll talk to you later | And when I do lets hope my story isn’t all about haters | Wheres it at? | 'Cuz I want it like man | Got the drugs but need a hot one that'll make me go damn | Was the most banging guts that I ever have smashed | If you got it push it up on me 'cuz I'm feeling that ass, know what I mean? | Wheres it at? | I want it, I need it, need it to make me feel heated | Shake it, can't take it, must break it | Break if off yea, what'd I say bitch… bitch
Track Name: Blood Creepin'
BLOOD CREEPIN'
Pass that shit | Hold on man park the car | I have no idea where we are | Think we may have drove too far | Yeah I can see they're right behind us | But there's nothing we can do | We can't get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool ...ooh | They’re on to us but don’t look now | They think they’re bout to take us down | Fuck that I’m not going out | At the next corner turn left | It's time to handle this | I know where to go don’t trip | Have no time for that pussy shit | In a minute it’ll all be finished | What you don’t think I speak the truth? | You think I could just be sitting here | Listening to Sonic Youth? | Anyway when they try to ride | On you thinking I'm gone | I'll creep up on them from behind | And break them off one by one | And in the time it takes you to blink your eyes | Shit'll already be done | But just in case anything goes wrong | Keep your right hand on your ...ooh | So when they step up out the car | Yeah I know this sounds bizarre | But now I remember where we are | Do what I say and you'll be fine ...ooh | To the left of the off ramp, in the shade | Under the highway, digging graves | Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' | Steady creepin', blood creepin' | Shake the bottle, whats it hold | How many have I already sold? | Hope not too much, 'cuz I feel insane | Need more than one to numb the pain | Slithering through my brain | Thoughts stuck on that train | Off the track and up in flames | Fuck it I’ll swallow these blue ones | Yeah and maybe this big one and I may as well take a few more with me | Just in case I get some ...ooh | Never know if they're gonna want some | Oh you want one? | Yeah no problem | Got that covered tramp, I brought 'em ...ooh | How it creeps up on me so slowly | I don’t notice my eyes rolling | To the back of my head and falling | Shit, somebody's calling | Can't answer the phone | Call them back when I'm 'bout to leave | Can't think straight man I'm so fucking blown ...ooh | So when they step up out the car | Yeah I know this sounds bizarre | But now I remember where we are | Do what I say and you'll be fine ...ooh | To the left of the off ramp, in the shade | Under the highway, digging graves | Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' | Steady creepin', blood creepin' | Down the alleys in the middle of the night | I'm trashed, so high its hard to ride my bike | Might crash, whenever I'm this fucked up | Drunken monkey through the cuts | Who gives a fuck? | So when they step up out the car | Yeah I know this sounds bizarre | But now I remember where we are | Do what I say and you'll be fine ...ooh | To the left of the off ramp, in the shade | Under the highway, digging graves | Blood creepin' while you're sleepin' | Steady creepin', blood creepin'