Spread Eagle Cross the Block-Death Grips

Spread Eagle Cross the Block - Death Grips I f**k the music I make it cum I f**k the music with my serpent tongue Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man its here No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones I got a jones for it I wanna know more, cuz its bout what I got to show for it I want some more of it I want too much I got so bored with it I shot it up Wanna light my torch with it and get all f**ked up What is it, where is it How will it affect me F**k that sh*t, I need that shits bound to be the death of me F**k buying it I'm taking it, and sharing it with nobody Cuz all I really need is some cool sh*t to mob Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job I own that sh*t On some throw back sh*t You already know that sh*t You even know 'bout how I know the man Who grows that, b**ch … You can't buy it with your money You can't find it overseas Its one of those things that seems outlandish Til you have it's not a dream As for me, I'm cool with it And that's alright cuz it's my thing. Work that angle til its beveled Curve of the blade doubled Edge made to bleed the struggle Best believe the game's a hustle. Observer of the strange occurrences Conjurer of the subtle Unseen but felt disturbances That burst a b**ches bubble That’s right it's all mine It’s all mine never was yours Like how you wait in line While I walk straight through the door (straight through the...) Hear you say something But ain't nothing – spectators ignored Pay no mind to that chump's Just a player hatin whore I f**k the music I make it cum I f**k the music with my serpent tongue Ain’t no fun if the aliens can't have none How I f**k it dirty How I make it twitch and scream How it screams oh baby hurt me Work me to the bone oh please How I bend the rhythm over And hit, hit, hit it on my knees Give, give, give it up I need it all the time Bleed it on the drop of a dime – down to pound it til it shines Moonlit lake of blood red wine Make no mistake, I makes it mine Break sh*t down and make it grind To the groove used to align The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes Nuclear steeze creeps and winds Through secrets behind and between Every time I scream Sh*t is mine Its all mine All the time Sh*t is mine What is it, where is it, how will it affect me F**k that sh*t I need that sh*t Thought you knew, thought you thought Thought you did but did not Come on through what you got Is it cool is it hot? Check one two, man don't stop I'm not through black blood clot In my view like that twat Spread eagle cross the block Need no ego to rock What we know just gets dropped How we keep sh*t on lock Cuz all I really need is some cool sh*t to mod Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job Sh*t is mine Its all mine All the time Sh*t is mine