Guillotine - Death Grips

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine — yuh!

Sit in the dark and ponder how

I’m fit to make the bottom fall through the floor

And they all fall down — yuh!

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes — yuh!)

Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue

Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke

Stomp music seriously — yuh!

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)

Can’t stop the groove licks 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 — yuh!

yuh!

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine — yuh!

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 — yuh!

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

— yuh!

Tie the chord, kick the chair and you’re dead — yuh!

Yuh!

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine — yuh!

Guillotine — yuh!

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 — yuh!

Get broke by the street like blood stained glass — yuh!

Choke on these nuts till the very last — yuh!

(It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes)

Serial number, killing machine, the illest of means

To an end built on the filthy sound you’re experiencing — yuh!

yuh!

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine — yuh!

Guillotine — yuh!

Tinted windows, bulletproof

The slip knot fixing rope to noose

To the grave stone grinder of cold steel

The passion that blinds me so I feel — yuh!

Can’t let go, no it flows through our veins

Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains

And they all fall down — yuh!

Yuh!

Yuh!

Yuh!