ITT: Sup Forums makes a Death Grips song in honor of >I GOT THE NASTY IN MY TAXI
ITT: Sup Forums makes a Death Grips song in honor of >>68926662
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I CUM IN THE FUCK
>*20 CYMBALS CRASH*
CAROLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE
TRIPLE SIX FIVE FORKED TONGUE
HANNAH MONTANA HANNAH MONTANA HANNAH MONTANNA HANNAH MONTANA
fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out fuck fuck me out
why don't you just fuck fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
NOW IF I FUCKED THIS MODEL
AND IN HER HAMPTON MOUTH
OPEN UP YOUR OPEN UP YOUR OPEN UP YOUR
HIDDEN ART BETWEEN AND BENEATH EVERY FRAGMENTED FIGURE OF SPEECH
TEACHING BITCHES HOW TO SWIM
i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict i am a drug addict
MAAATTTTTTT
MY BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD FLOWS HARSHLY
TRAAAAAAAPPPPPEDDD
IN THE WAAALLLLLLS THAT YOU MAAAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEE
MY STONE WALL
>glass breaks
Every nigga is a star
because jesus christ is my nigga
Thom Yorke scream 1993 MTV anyone can play guitar
I FUCK THE MUSIC, I MAKE IT CUM
I FUCK THE MUSIC WITH MY SERPENT TOUNGUE
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the 'Go Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta to say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink Polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song, about Kanye?
Called "I Miss The Old Kanye," man that'd be so Kanye
That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye
SO I'M
BREAAAAKIIINGGG
THE HAAAAAAAAABIIIIIIT
FAT. UGLY. DEAD.
ILL WESLEY SNIPE YOUR ASS BEFORE THIRTY FIVE
I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
CAUSES MY JAWS TO GO
AGHHH EGHHH AGHHH EGHHH
AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE
JESUS CUHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST
FUUUCK KEVIN DURAAAANT
GIT GIT GIT GIT GUD GUD GUD GUD
POP SOME TAME IMPALA YOUR MAN GOT A LAME IMPALA
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST,
BITCH REDUCED TO ASH
Every time I'm in the streets, I hear YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
I SHOW NO LOVE TO HOMO THUGS
YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYIIIIN
PSS PSS PSS PSS PSS
I FUCKED FLATTY IN THE ASS
One of y'all need to chill the fuck out
THE GREAT EMERALD'S POWER ALOWS ME TO FEEL
RESPONSIBILITY'S COOL
BUT THERE'S MORE THINGS IN LIFE
LIKE GETTING YA DICK
RODE ALL FUCKIN' NIGHT
only shooting stars break the mold
NIGGAS MONEY IS HOMO ITS HARD TO GET STRAIGHT
SUCK MY DICK
RAAAAAAAPE MEE
I CALL HER STRAWBERRY CUZ SHE REDHEADED AND HER PUSSY HAIRY
GRAB A BRUSH AND PUT A LITTLE MAKEUP
watch me crank it watch me roll
STRAIGHT UP TO MY FAAAAACCCEE
you mean competitor whatever
HOKEY SMOKES
>51 posts, 22 IPs
You guy(s) need to chill
Watch me whip
Now watch me nae nae
Watch me whip, whip
Now watch me nae nae
I USE YOUR FACE AS A URINAL THEN DO THE SAME AT YOUR FUNERAL
AND I SAY HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
JE JE JE JE
AH HA HA HAAAAA
BLO
Fuck the law, they can eat my dick, that's word to Pimp
Hold up
NOTICE ME SENPAI (BB Poison)
semen stains the mountaintops
semen stains the mountaintops
KING FUCKS A DEAD MAN TWICE THRICE NOT AS NICE AS SMOKING FUCKIN HAMMERS FINNA GET SUCKED OFF BY THE WOMEN I SAW AT THE CORNER
CREEPING UP INTO THE SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
MAN IS THE ANIMAL
IF I FUCK THIS MODEL AND SHE JUST BLEACHED HER ASSHOLE
AND I GET BLEACH ON MY T-SHIRT, IMMA FEEL LIKE AN ASSHOLE
300 BITCHES, WHERE THE TROJANS
I CAN'T MALE, I MAN
MAN MY FEET ARE SORE
RISUS SARDONICUS STRAIGHT TO THE CORE
I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE
TO BE LEFT OUT WHEN ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS TRY THE HIP JEW SUICIDE TTTTHHHHIIIINNNNGGGGGG
eat your greens, especially brocoli
Gimme a call, 1-800-FUCKIN-A
MOLOCH, BAHAMUT, LUCIFER BASTET
DON'T PUT ALL YOUR FUCKS IN ONE BASKET
SUMMER HERE KKKKKIIIIIIIDDDDDDSSSSSSS
Burning crosses on a niggas lawn
aye doe
faaaagggggggg everywhereeeeeeeee
...
and if you got a boyfriend, well go kiss him
IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Someone better be making this.
ONE HAND IN THE AIR IF YOU DON'T REALLY CARE
i think that im Tom Cruise
but bitch im bobby with that tool
zach hill looks like a scottish footballer ever since he shaved his head
WAKE ME UP
I'VE KISSED YOUR MOTHER TWICE NOW IM WORKING ON YOUR DAD'
One more Saturday night
SHED THE BLOOD OF JEWMANS
[a cappella]
I got the diamonds, scrapin'
Sidin', wastin' my life
In altered states, them
Back it up
I got the diamonds, scrapin'
Sidin', wastin' my life
In altered states, them
Back it up
[now play 21st century schizoid man main riff]
I got the fever
I got the fever
I got the fever
I got the fever
Ride screaming "I got the fever" has to be over the riff. Not after.
(autistic screaming)
AS MY WoooOOOOOooooOOOOrld COMES CRAAAAaaSHING DOWN
I'LL BE DANCING, FREEaKING OUT
DEAF,DUMB AND BLIND
ITGOESITGOESITGOESITGOESITGOESITGOESITGOESITGOES
Do your ears hang low? Can you toss 'em to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw 'em over your shoulder like a Continental soldier? Do your ears hang low?
WAKE ME UP INSIDE
SAY WHAT YOU WANNA SAY AND HANG FOR YOUR HOLLOW WAYS MOVING YOUR MOUTH TO PULL OUT ALL YOUR MIRACLES FOR MAYYYYY
YOU DO THE HOKEY POKEY AND YOU FUCK IT ALL ABOUT
TO LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME LA LA LA LA LA
September 9, 2001. Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill overlooking a valley.
An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn't moving or blinking. They hadn't closed her eyes yet. She must have died on the way. A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance.
They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman's body asking her to wake up. I had to tell Gary that her soul went to Heaven.
I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew it'd be easier for him to understand.
Two days from now, at 9 AM, the planes will hit the World Trade Center killing over 3,000 people.
I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. But today, there is a God. And he has a plan for him.
He doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won't see or talk to him for five years.
And as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I want out of my life. I tell him I don't know.
Hey hey wanna play?, cus baby I can go and go!
I'M KUBRICK WITH TWO BRICKS
now play the entire song thus far backwards while playing gunshot sound effects from freesound
1:00- 1:28
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