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Guillotine

Death Grips

Exmilitary

2011

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 yeah

to the corner
Do it real slow like you do it to his daughter
I'm with Danny at the border with a beat that we can slaughter
Call me superman I'm over all these

clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough

suttin to you?
If im top placement from in the basement and youre still hating
Im hunting you
I got my pages they lookin dangerous my pens behaviour
Is

blinded by the rage so I ain't understand
Sat me down every night asking if I'm alright
All I wanna do is write
The only think that felt right
I say I

'ma chase this money til my knees ache
I am all about chasin bands but you can bring a nigga back some cheesecake
Still in a class of my own, a selfie's my

a lot
Surrounded by dumb motherfuckers, I help 'em out of pity
Talentless wannabes in my city
They all want their 15 minutes, clock is ticking
Fuck these

Tryna stop me is divine retribution 
I’m taking over like a military invasion
And I dey come with the full force
And I’m a rugby on every majors
Never out

from the south
We ain't the same at all
They do anything for clout
I'm with the gang no doubt
We shut shit down
Pull up sticks is out
You racists clowns

green
Everything you see is not what it seem
You gotta stay focused, you can easily fall off your deen

You want that smoke nigga, here goes the steam
Mr.

This is the potion I got it in motion 

The album is coming this just the promotion 

Generational curse about to be broken 

You know what I’m smokin

Taking it off
Dime in my lap she naked and all
Check in my lap is worth more than your car
Over the counter I buy from the farm
Infected with blunts

her bitch I gotta Hustle
Alexandra nigga every corner it's a dice game
You won't make it out if you come by wearing ice chain
Junkies pushing trollies

new week
Want diamonds all over my teeth
Got me some hoes in my face
Bet they leaving with me
I let you do what you do
Just don't come fuck with my

you can even take my pad
Take my track, all I need is eight hi hats
One, two, tree, four, five, six, seven, eight
I don't wanna celebrate until I
Get

mental 
Needa split like I’m Wendell
Told you I’ll get over it but that was just a lie 
How come we spend time together when you don’t value mine
Had

Youu0027ve got a dozen girls stroking you.

Whispers behind his back that heu0027s a Fuck boy
And all his bros disturbed by who heu0027s taking home for his

style)
Fais passer le mic (Pass the mic)
Je sais ça fait un bail (It's been ages)
Mais je fais un retour quand ça me plaît (But I come back when I want to)

check appeal,
How did you expect I’d feel,
All you value is sex appeal,
I place mine in my heart that’s a separate spill,
What type of girl are you when

the lights off and told her shhh all u heard was some snoring
I told her keep these lights out for the rest of the night
I'm over here on google looking for

Imperfect I'm perfect my life is a circus
Put you in a furnace for all that lip service
Online window shopping you thinking you Curtis
In person you wordless

Living looking over shoulders, cuz it just ain't safe
I asked her what she in it for? A better life
Plagued with a change of heart, all she want is

Feet that I'll stomp you out with
This my house, bitch, and you can't afford the lease (watch out)
Whoa!
Fuck all that Hollywood shit
Over half

You should know that I be drippin' with the A1 come & taste some
I be talkin' to ya girl, need to beat it like a bass drum
Out here trying to eat