Death Grips - Hahaha

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{Intro}
D-d-d-d-destroyer
D-d-destroyer
Destroyer

{Verse 1}
I’m at Glow Bowl, in a wet fuck hole
Where the 1994 hobos throw
69’s and the bitches shout
I’ll fuck you when I wanna hang out
Tell the princess eat shit and die (ownage)
Not in public, hoe, I’m still high
These pigs are crazy, dog
This narc at the dyke bar in a slow car
Looking like a hedgehog
Sluts go sonic (ownage)
Tryna dick your mom and shit
I’ll do anal in the pit
Repulsive as a benched knick
Show your titties and I’ll spit
These chicks are crazy, god

{Pre-Chorus}
Hate you on a fucking whim, turning into you again
These pigs are crazy, dog
Make a god a better man, no one hates you better than
These chicks are crazy, god
You're so amazing, ha

{Chorus}
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Feel me, feel me, feel me)
(Sensation)
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Feel me, feel me, feel, feel me)
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Sensation, ha-ha-ha)
Kiss me

{Verse 2}
It’s my Liberace starter kit
Got her hard like Spartacus
Put a bitch under my wing-a-ling-a-lang-lang-lang
Look bitch, fly like thus
Dope man’s dry, oh yeah right
Don’t trip mark, yo this my part
I got green David Letterman’s, dick like zen
Remember when you fainted at the bargain bins
Party time (ownage)
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Good news to hell
My Toyota with some bells (ownage)
Pussy so wise
She’s trying to bump two queen drugs right between the eyes
Ownage, ownage, ownage, ownage

{Pre-Chorus}
In a wet fuck hole
With my feet kicked up so my hair can grow
My steeze is crazy, dog
And I’m in bitch house
Talking 'bout how I’m not tryna hang out
Her steeze is crazy, dog
(Who could it be?
W-w-w-who could it be?
W-w-w-who could it be?)
I think I’m crazy, dog
Put a bitch under my wing-a-ling-a-lang-lang-lang
Put a bitch under my wing-a-ling-a-lang-lang-lang
You’re so amazing, ha

{Chorus}
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Sensation, ha-ha)
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, bitch
(Sensation, ha-ha)

{Outro}
Doing, doing, doing, doing, gniod, gniod, gniod, gniod
Doing, doing, doing, doing
You're so amazing, ha

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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.