Pop Lyrics - Death Grips

Your crisis is my alarm 

Why I'm like shh stay calm 

You fight shit I ride upon 

Lit up rock you live under 

Ass backwards muthafucka features like hot butter 

Like your brothers your father and your sisters your mother 

Trend setter maximum 

third planet from the sun 

Bulldozin cul de sacs ground under over every act 

Cut no slack no slack 

No chance to throw I rush the mound 

Rage stormin off the chains remind me of rape house slave cock rings 

You're played out like talking 

Your cadence is sloppy 

Can't break me I got me 

You're grave stink I'm lofty 

You're lady like lolli 

goddamn I'm so sick of you 

I despise that shit what I would never align me with 

Feel free to mime me but don't be saltine when I call you a biter bitch 

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