d**h Grips - f** That lyrics

Third rail Over one nine breaker Slit throat, cut creator Hung from dem nail Hang em high Savior faire Trans-Siberian epic Trek through dat next switch Set it off the roglyphic Jackal headed dawn of the under Check it, check one check You can s** it Till I get disgusted f** that, naw f** that At me wit that weak sh** b**h slapped Across the street and back... head crack Wanna know where I'll be at whatever Get off mine I got that juice Noo style cut your brain stem as my combat boots Grind your head to the cadence of this dreath stompin' mu Sick as f** contagion wagin' war with all you knew... b**h Mossberg ballistic flux ma**ive My shure beta 58a hazmatted Pump pump slugster radioactive Ride through a mine field Laced wit black magic Straight from the mayday... Naw f** that (one) Broke off its axis, polar shifted granite Knock made ta off Every last b**h on this planet f** that, naw, f** that Came ta bad dem brains til dem neck bones crack Arrested cardiac Black ma** murder rap Dealer push your wig All the way back Head wear your face like a yamakulapse Never can tell Where you're at Eyes stuck on the sky Always gettin' jacked Tryin' to look in the mirror like.. f** that, naw, f** that