| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| Corner of my eye
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| The coroners here why?
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| Under pressure I
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| My backbone slip left to the death
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| Massive procession of cold sweat
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| Stalactite step slide through you’re next
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| Get me inside, I’ll do the rest
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| (Them things, them things, don’t even ask me)
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| Master of self contained combust
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| Sustained disgust command him claim
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| Figure eight strut can’t be touched
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| Subversive infiltration reign supreme in none me trust
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| Why must them? |
| Fuck them
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| Mine vomit stain them feel not but hate them
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| Line up back facin' suspense rapes them
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| One by one hot cum shot clip spray them
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| Life drop and waste dem in pine box laid them to
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| Grime dismantled, churn the fat
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| Light the candle, burn the wax
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| Before me dies in scorch uprise
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| Can’t deny it no way back
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| Invoke ancient locc to the brain in a blaze ignition weightless world
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| Warped rotation path is blurred, memento mori dead man’s curve
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| Oblivion transcender becomes him shroud
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| I can’t remember I’m no one now
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| Comin' for yours, lock your doors
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| Identifier destroyer
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| Come on, stick me, cut me, drain me
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| Suck me, drink me, take me down
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| Feel me, one three make your pumping
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| Chamber pound and drown
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| I got some shit to say just for the fuck of it
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| Them things, them things, don’t even ask me
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| Bear the mark take one to know
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| Lifted chin, face don’t show |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lock Your Doors , by - Death Grips. Song from the album No Love Deep Web, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп