Death Grips - Guillotine (It goes Yah)
thirdworlds.net Directed by Flatlander GUILLOTINE It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes Guillotine - yah Sit in the dark and ponder how I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor And they all fall down - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... Guillotine - yah Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke Stomp music seriously - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... Guillotine - yah Can't stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected To everything you want, ever did want We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... Guillotine - yah Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech, Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call Out out out out - yah The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads Spinning exorcist like planets Out of orbit off the edge Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that's ever been said - yah Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah Yah ... guillotine - yah ... guillotine - yah Head of a trick in a bucket Body of a trick in a bag And thrown in the fire like fuck it Gotta burn it before it goes bad One too many times been disgusted By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah Get broke by the <b>...</b>
