Death Grips Guillotine

GUILLOTINE It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes Guillotine yah Sit in the dark and ponder how I m fit to make the bottom fall through the floor And they all fall down yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it Guillotine yah Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke Stomp music seriously yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it Guillotine yah Can t stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement Fit to knock you from here to that gspot 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 yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it Guillotine yah Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech, Tongue in reverse, whe br, br,