Fuck That Lyrics - Money Store - Death Grips

third rail 

over one nine breaker 

slit throat, cut creator 

hung from dem nail 

hang em high 

savior faire 

trans-siberian epic 

trek through dat next switch 

set it off the roglyphic 

jackal headed dawn of the under 

check it, check one 

you can suck it 

till i get disgusted 

fuck that, naw fuck that 

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at me wit that weak shit 

bitch slapped 

across the street and back. head crack 

wanna know where i'll be at whatever 

get off mine i got that juice 

noo style cut your brain stem as my combat boots grind your head to the cadence of this dreath stompin mu sick as fuck contagion wagin war with all you knew . bitch 

mossberg ballistic flux massive 

my shure beta 58a hazmatted 

pump pump slugster radioactive 

ride through a mine field 

laced wit black magic 

straight from the mayday... 

naw fuck that (ONE) 

broke off its axis, polar shifted granite 

knock made ta off 

every last bitch on this planet 

fuck that, naw, fuck that 

Photos 

came ta bad dem brains til dem neck bones crack 

arrested cardiac 

black mass murder rap 

dealer push your wig 

all the way back 

head wear your face like a yamakulapse 

never can tell 

where you're at 

eyes stuck on the sky 

always gettin jacked 

tryin ta lookin the mirror like. 

fuck that, naw, fuck that