Testo di 'Spread Eagle Cross the Block' di Death Grips

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 it's here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's '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

Cause 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, biatch

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 cause it's my thing

What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
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

Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job

Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine