Death Grips No Love Industrial, Experimental Hip Hop, Post Modern

how the trip never stops on and on its beyond insane why I set myself up in a ragin sea of flames you re fit ta learn the proper meaning of a beat down madness chaos in the brain let my blood flow make my blood flow through you mane you got no business questioning a thang never not on it leanin so hard you re ashamed you can t dismiss this sickness huffs your brain exhale your will and forget I ever knew you fuck do you do fuck a man wit hips for hulu rack a snitch chalk and cue you corner pocket consume