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Death Grips lyrics : "Hustle Bones"

give a $#&@ whatchya heard,
yeah $#&@ whatchya heard,
fore this real %#@! kicked your whole click to the curb

what, what...
but you dont hear me though


run up (*##$ ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out
of control whatchyou know
'bout bubblin

hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin

out my mouth)

that hot lic a shot

never not strapped
wit a glock tongue @@#!ed
run it back

that knock a cop off unconscious molotov
@@#!tailin sound bomb a snitch
flat line of chalk drawn round the clock too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs


stuck on the fence
how does it feel

it dont make sense
nothing is


that rip you a new one trick im the true one, and only never know me never will no son.. leave ya laid out ta fade out
show a cunt the door
hit and run

hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin out my mouth)


that can't wait ta blast
blood stained knuckle brass gives a $#&@ sick wit it flav on

that ex con
hard to da bone
darkness from the zone

mastered and pushed far beyond

eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin soft while i ride that bomb

dr. strangelove
into the sun
look no hands megatons

rode like man we can't lose
no %#@!, no %#@!


that hit it till it drip wit
da blood of the raw way
it was fore dem forgot

why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original
$#&@ da wrong way
only one real way to work

that %#@! out da
beat street spit
über freaked heat lit

hell flame to your brain
blood thirst
what what..

run it back, run it

run up (*##$ ta da death

get gripped
my steeze is ballin out
of control whatchyou know

bout bubblin
hustle bones comin out my mouth


(hustle bones comin
out my mouth)


criminal intent anti-legal ill
theif in da night peel your life back spin the wheel
run it back, run it

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