text: Ive told you that Im Lightning-
  But you keep hanging around
  If Lightning ever catches you
  Hes got to put you down
  About six feet
  We bring this for the ones who fiend to see the truth taken back in pain
  The weakness of this scene of fucks who lack the nuts to claim
  The streets from which that real shit comes to put you up on game
  Whats your name? Check it, bitch, its Death Grips
  Gutter rappin, anti-sleepin, no half-steppin
  Low life creepin, high-def freakin detonation
  Set it off, no hesitation, audio invasion
  But fuck that, cant thrust that to a beam, that shit had to go
  Machine that lick and let em blow like cream, black
  Its the magic host self-ream tactic
  What the fuck? I mean that shit
  Executors of that next shit
  Nest eye to the left shit
  That melt your face
  Till your bloody neck gets ripped headless
  Death Grips!
  Bow down and take this what you get bitch
  Rest in bits as I pace up and down the low end of the bass
  Stomping rounds, automatic fire sounds in your face
  Rip them fakes out their flesh
  Come test this, get this straight, no escape
  Rigor mortis, dead weight
  Strung up and hung by hell-tensity drum
  Bitch slap negative space
  You thought that it makes through a cut
  That bit only info can create
  To properly uno, dos, trés
  Ride through your sk-sk-sk-skull
  Took hit to the face
  Dead weight off the hook, dont hate
  Shook out your footsteps and put back in your place
  Triple X heat the rain in which we move
  While they choose to get used everyday
  Running highs you might break if their own reek of fear
  Why you wish we were here
  While I say, Get the fuck out my way
  Fit to get cut by fist gut if you stay
  Thought you was on top, but not no more
  Thats right, whore, were fucking you
  Fucking you
  Thought you knew we had shit locked to the beat street dont stop
  Licking shots for the old school freaks doing the robot
  Hear this devil spit next lower heat blowin up yo spot
  Fear high drop to your knees, trick, you know what we want
  Thats right, bitch, best believe this that shit you forgot
  Ever was, but it is through my blood, need that fix
  Gotta catch that but lead off that high head row
  Give me the mic and step back, cuz
  Need to rip that, watch me bust
  Where you going? Not knowing till we get there
  Jack em off of it
  The sword what youre holding till you get well
  Have to hit em off with all you know and got that gold that make it cracked again
  Control this while I hold this enema death they set my casket in
  Growing like oceans of electric sex, cant get past this shit
  Spiraling too much, on like king of the cleaners liquid acid trip
  Whats up with that next shit?
  Its Death Grips
  Illegal spit fire bum rushing youre tired as fuck
  Give it up, Im here, look, dont touch why
  Were done and whip that, fuck you
  Ill cut you, dont try it, cant deny it
  Cracks off every time that you bite it
  Try to fuck when I dont buy it
  Whats up with that next shit?
  Yeah! Its Death Grips
  Try to board this train like
  Whats your name? Check it, bitch
  Jack the rip in a brain
  Thats just shrunken head trip
  Whats your name? Tic-tacking
  J-just status
  Nuclear fallout flesh and fire in the hole
  Death Grips is some thrash, it goes right through your sk-sk-sk-skull
  (Told you that Im lightning
  Told you that Im lightning)