Death Grips Full Moon ( Death Classic)

Subscribe: Facebook: Twitter: Web Directed by: Death Grips FULL MOON Hit it, split it, make it cum get wetted, Come again come get it Seen it happening before it even happened swing the door open and buck em down Course I m just fuckin around But nevermind the way it sound Everytime we make it pound Straight into the pavement now Whip it, bleed it, cause it pain Eat it, shit it out and change Lanes at speeds that seem insane, To them petty pussy brains Push me and they will be slain Drag this past the point and claim That shit as if it was your name Like its attached to yours with chains Own it til shit goes up in flames And there really aint no one to blame No one to blame, its all the same Like blurred faces on subway trains Cant take it man, cant take the pain Pain of the game M