Death Grips - Hustle Bones

Give a fuck whatchya heard Yeah fuck whatchya heard Fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb What, what... But you dont hear me though Run up bitch 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 cocked Run it back That knock a cop off unconscious molotov Cocktailin 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 fuck 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 shit, no shit 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 Fuck da wrong way Only one real way to work That shit 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 bitch 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