Death Grips - Spikes

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{Verse 1}
Headless
I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I drift like my planet don’t spin
I skid all over marks like I’m haunted
Rev it up, twirl my la la like profits
It’s never much, I’m war torn in the cockpit
Don’t interrupt, my turbulence slaps
My path massive demands panoramic
Massive
Shitty, you’re ten thousand leagues subzero, sweat dripping
My hancock do-rag riptides like Tent City
Standoff through low lands eerie silencing

{Chorus}
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

{Verse 2}
Peel out, press me to magnetic slab
Severe swerving I tow lag
Off uncertainty 'til your zipper locks
My salvia silhouette commence shots
Sixty shots a second on a hexed clock
I strike ‘tween each time your solar plex drops

{Chorus}
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

{Verse 3}
I’m skidding out
I can’t help yourself, I skid in doubt
I’ve dealt with yourself, I tricked hell out
I’m all helter skelter, I’m on that Faust
None of me left but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it’s fixing to bounce
Bounce, bitch, I can’t be the road
I’m crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
Maxed out my oath
Don’t blame me, I’ve no soul

{Chorus}
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

{Verse 4}
My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
Tall knives in my grill feel potent
My jigsaw manipulates you open
My skids writ rubbernecks agent orange
I skid like I’m no use
My headband expand like I choose juice
I binge, all black enhance my tragic
Ends to a means I can’t establish
Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
Cumulus in both hands, can’t kill myself twice
Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
I’m too passcode, these gates won’t stay closed
Control gets old, I smash out my skin
My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I’m finally astral now, grab my stems

{Chorus}
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

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Death Grips is an experimental multi-genre group hailing from Sacramento, CA, formed in 2010. The band consists of vocalist Stefan “MC Ride” Burnett and producers Zach Hill and Andy Morin. Their unique sound blends elements of punk rock, hip-hop, noise, industrial, and electronic music.

The group burst onto the scene with the release of their first mixtape, Exmilitary, on April 25, 2011, featuring their popular song “Guillotine.” Soon after, they signed with Epic Records and released their debut studio album, The Money Store. However, tensions with the label arose when Death Grips teased their second album through an alternate reality game (ARG) and subsequently leaked it themselves as No Love Deep Web. This move led to their departure from Epic Records.

In 2013, Death Grips founded their own label, Third Worlds, and surprise-released Government Plates. The band continued to push boundaries with the release of the first half of The Powers That B in 2014, followed by Jenny Death later that year. Despite announcing their disbandment in 2014, Death Grips returned in 2015 and released Bottomless Pit in 2016.

Known for their intense live performances and provocative lyrics, frontman Stefan Burnett brings a raw and visceral energy to the group. His violent and confrontational lyrics touch on themes of individualism, paranoia, mental illness, drug use, occultism, and societal decay.

With a discography that includes both vocal and instrumental albums, Death Grips has solidified their reputation as one of the most boundary-pushing and genre-defying acts in contemporary music. Their latest album, Year of the Snitch, released in 2018, further cements their status as pioneers in the experimental music scene.