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Pop (Explicit) - Death Grips
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Your crisis is my alarm
Why I'm like sh*t stay calm
You fight sh*t I ride upon
My knife been drawn
3-6-5 light of dawn
Lit up rock you live under
A** backwards muthaf**ka features like hot butter
Like your brothers your father and your sisters your mother
Trend setter maximum third planet from the sun orbit my lungs
Bulldozin cul de sacs ground under over every act
Cut no slack no slack
Pop pop pop pop
No chance to throw I rush the mound
Rage stormin off the chains remind me of R**e 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
Pop tramp on that jigaboo goddamn I'm so sick of you
I despise that sh*t what I would never align me with
Feel free to mime me but don't be saltine
When I call you a biter b**ch
Pop pop pop pop
