Lyrics Death Grips

Death Grips

Hustle Bones

Give a fuck whatchya heard,

Yeah fuck whatchya heard,

Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb

What, what...

But you don't hear me though

Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out

Of control whatchyou know

'Bout bubblin

Hustle bones comin out my mouth

(Hustle bones comin

Out my mouth)

That hot lic a shot

Never not strapped

Wit a glock tongue cocked

Run it back

That knock a cop off unconscious molotov

Cocktailin sound bomb a snitch

Flat line of chalk drawn round the clock too many marks dropped ta count

The stiffs

Stuck on the fence

How does it feel

It don't make sense

Nothing is

That rip you a new one trick I'm the true one, and only never know me never

Will no son... leave ya laid out ta fade out

Show a cunt the door

Hit and run

Hustle bones comin out my mouth

(Hustle bones comin out my mouth)

That can't wait ta blast

Blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick wit it flav on

That ex con

Hard to da bone

Darkness from the zone

Mastered and pushed far beyond

Eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin soft while I ride

That bomb

Dr. strangelove

Into the sun

Look no hands megatons

Rode like man we can't lose

No shit, no shit

That hit it till it drip wit

Da blood of the raw way

It was fore dem forgot

Why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original

Fuck da wrong way

Only one real way to work

That shit out da

Beat street spit

Über freaked heat lit

Hell flame to your brain

Blood thirst

What what...

Run it back, run it

Run up bitch ta da death

Get gripped

My steeze is ballin out

Of control whatchyou know

Bout bubblin

Hustle bones comin out my mouth

(Hustle bones comin

Out my mouth)

Criminal intent anti-legal I'll

Theif in da night peel your life back spin the wheel

Run it back, run it