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Centuries Of Damn (Explicit) - Death Grips
F**k the sun f**k white wine
Daylight sucks waste of mine
I f**k my mind narrow my mind
I bide my time like f**k in place
One day I'll wave sun to ice
Watch its kind get thrown like rice
My cackle stretch out like thunder
So f**king loud it's vulgar
I pull my face out the dirt slow
These days I only wake up third of the way narco
Held to deep rapid eye move hold
These days I recede rapid I reload
Gun my chances closed road no road left to travel
I know what this calls for where's my scalpel
Operation cut
Like I'm bored sew my inner war up like corn rows
My internal war blows like freezing fog in Oslo frozen
I can't get soft baptized in hoar frost
Like carbon monoxide garage
Freeze your blink with sandman's flush
I hate you so much I hate your laws
I hate your need a cause
I hate your faux touch
I hate every last one of you
I ponder digesting razors
Just to be done with you I love you so much
I'm triple the motherf**ker
Mondo fisted full of backwards
From bananatown manor
My slang step like legless lizard
I f**k around fashion a rocket
Shoot to Mercury for the winter
Extended vacation till I decompose on my splinters
I pull my face out the dirt slow
These days I only wake up third of the way narco
Held to deep rapid eye move hold
These days I recede rapid I reload
Gun my chances closed road no road left to
Centuries of damn
I've never been so yawn
Can't believe I'm still standing
Can't believe life take this long
I stagger off to find my lighter
I don't return until the day Sag A
Validates mankind's destiny in a worm
By the way I don't pet bleachers
Court side to nose bleeders
Like I shoot sh*t with gimps
No response lose em once
Incoming second attempt
To be real I just shoot em up just shoot em
Them clueless strut nailed to crucifix
Lilith shoved up her cunt shoved up her cunt
F**k
I pull my face out the dirt slow
These days I only wake up third of the way narco
Held to deep rapid eye move hold
These days I recede rapid I reload
Gun my chances closed road no road
I pull my face out the dirt slow
These days I only wake up third of the way narco
Held to deep rapid eye move hold
These days I recede rapid I reload
Gun my chances closed road no road left to travel