Album Cover Guillotine (It Goes Yah)

Guillotine (It Goes Yah)

Death Grips

5

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 your 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 til 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

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