The Fever (aye Aye) Lyrics - Money Store - Death Grips

How'd you know 

'Cuz I was there 

Yeah that shit go 

Came prepared 

Set it slow rolled 

Anticipation grow slow 

Deviated septum blow hole 

Sugar cane ko ko 

Aye, aye, pass the dro my way 

Or no way twenty fo no 25-8 

Thought you knew 

Suicide lane 

Fuck you 

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Grab my crotch, whats my name 

Been round the block 

Hangin scumbag slangin 

Pay dirt cave in 

Takin no prisoners 

No escapin wash brain Nothin im sayin 

Aye, aye, know what im sayin 

I got the diamonds, scrapin 

Sidin, wastin my life 

In altered states dem 

Back it up 

I got the diamonds, scrapin 

Sidin, wastin my life 

In altered states dem 

Back it up, I got the fever 

I got the fever 

I got the fever 

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I got the fever 

Spray in execution witch fingernails clawin through dem 

Crawlin through dem 

Tunnels loosin 

Touch with everything im doin 

Aaarrrggghh... mass confusion 

Can't make more electrocution 

Half cocked full tilt 

Rabid dog 

Filth aarrrggghhh 

Know what im sayin 

Fuck it 

Upside down in a 

Soft top bucket 

Screamin 

Shred it 

I got the diamonds, scrapin 

Sidin, wastin my life 

In altered states dem 

Back it up 

I got the diamonds, scrapin 

Sidin, wastin my life 

In altered states dem 

Back it up, I got the fever 

I got the fever 

Let me off, screeching halt 

Concussion blinding 

Not my fault 

Ankles tied to cinder blocks 

Aye, aye 

By any means necesserated 

Blade cut me 

Sewer drain grated 

Bubonic plague 

Spreaded faceless 

Lurking in the deadest spaces 

On your knees, black goat anus 

Christo anti clan of shameless 

Came ta whip those 

Into shapeless 

Here we go, devastated 

Here we go 

Here we go 

Diamonds scrapin the marrow, out my core 

Who's in the mirror 

Who's at the door 

Someones there 

Wasn't there before 

Ceiling connected 

To the chord 

Pull it, pull that shit 

Pull that shit, pull that shit 

I got the diamonds, scrapin 

Sidin, wastin my life 

In altered states dem 

Back it up 

I got the diamonds, scrapin 

Sidin, wastin my life 

In altered states dem 

Back it up, I got the fever 

I got the fever 

I got the fever 

I got the fever