Death Grips - Spikes

Track 3 from Bottomless Pit Download: Stream: Vinyl Pre-order: Spikes I skid like Rita lifted ocean I drift like my planet don’t spin I skid all over marks like I’m haunted rev it up twirl my la la like profits it’s never much I’m war torn in the cockpit don’t interrupt my turbulence slaps my path massive demands panoramic you’re having notions I’m not impressed shitty you’re ten thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping my hancock do-rag riptides like tent city standoff through low lands eerie silencing peel out press me to magnetic slab severe swerving I tow lag off uncertainty ’til your zipper locks my salvia silhouette commence shots sixty shots a second on this hexed clock I strike ’tween each time your solar plex drops I’m skidding out I can’t help yourself I skid in doubt I’ve dealt with yourself I tricked hell out I’m all helter skelter I’m on that Faust none of me left bu