Punk Weight-Death Grips

Punk Weight - Death Grips hot sh*t, cold sh*t ok muthaf**ka lets do this came ta make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness comin through, again and again conduit why dem hands wave to  high to it wild fire through your city wild fire through your whip me into lightning two  k'nt hit three strikes dug out dated  fools no dig me end beat limbo, baba spitting blood in slow mo, la la chimney warholian nightmare storm the gates 25 8, twelve gauge pun2k weight (25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh) stick and move, leave no proof discard directly after use forensics on that wild goose follow my footprints into loops cuz im too high, too high feel like im never ever  gonna come down scale richtor pun2k weight  of dis sound down break dead space  and make it drop ta da street beneath  your ghetto box slap da beat till the  floor boards crack neath da weight of dis lic, step back off in the rhythm like  beta in the bong got ta givem makem  sway like palms in da wind my lip blow  mic spray kyrlon 25 8 til da break of dawn (war war) guerilla bass, straight from the trenches, posers impaled on picket fences... how ta rest your head in roach infested basements and smoke pun2k weight for breakfast...  chop shop lifted bump til da tape deck break, ask samo how he flipped that material girls pancakes.. as zydeco copper kettles liquor sto, sellin singles mug shots out, to my people rollin i double l spread eagle hear flow dan spit EVIL (25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)