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Spread Eagle Cross the Block
Death Grips Lyrics


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Spread eagle cross the block

I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue

Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's '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 fucked up

What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody

Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job

I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch

You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
It's 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 cause it's my thing

What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Work that angle 'til it's 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 bitches 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 fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue

Ain't no fun if the aliens can't have none

How I fuck 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 shit 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

Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine

What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shit

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 shit on lock

Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job

Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Death Grips's "Spread Eagle Cross the Block" appear to be a celebration of the experience of listening to and creating music. The sexual language used throughout the song positions music as an object of desire, something to be fucked and made to cum. However, the lyrics also suggest a sense of addiction to the rush that comes from listening to music. The repeated refrain of "What is it, where is it, how will it affect me" implies a constant quest for something new and exciting in music.


The line, "You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas," suggests that the song is not about material possessions or commercial success, but about the intrinsic value of music itself. The singer seems to take pride in his ability to access and appreciate music that others may not understand or appreciate. The line "Ain't no fun if the aliens can't have none" reinforces this idea that music is meant to be shared with those who appreciate it.


Overall, "Spread Eagle Cross the Block" presents a portrayal of music as a powerful force, capable of evoking intense emotional responses and inspiring a sense of community among like-minded fans.


Line by Line Meaning

Spread eagle cross the block
Pushing through life with reckless abandon, taking risks and embracing the unknown.


I fuck the music, I make it cum
Creating music with intense passion and emotion, putting everything into the craft.


I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Manipulating the sounds in a seductive and sensual way, taking control of the music.


Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
Desiring temporary pleasure and escapism, but recognizing its fleeting nature and embracing it.


No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
Experiencing a rush of sensation and energy that is difficult to articulate or understand.


I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Feeling a strong craving or desire for the music and wanting to explore it further.


Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it
Knowing that the effort put into the music will pay off in the end with a final product to be proud of.


I want some more of it, I want too much
Feeling insatiable in the desire for the music, wanting to consume as much as possible.


I got so bored with it, I shot it up
Growing tired of the music and using drugs to reinvigorate the passion and excitement.


Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up
Using the music as a way to escape and indulge in reckless behavior.


What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Asking questions about the music and its impact, trying to understand its significance.


Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Knowing that the music and the lifestyle surrounding it is dangerous and destructive, but being unable to resist its allure.


Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody
Refusing to pay for the music and keeping it to oneself, emphasizing its personal nature.


Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Desiring something unique and exciting to share with others and elevate oneself above the norm.


Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
Experiencing pleasure and thrill in unexpected and unconventional ways, embracing taboo behavior.


I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
Claiming ownership and mastery over the music, confident in the skill and talent behind it.


You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch
Boasting connections and insider knowledge about the music industry and those involved in it.


You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
Emphasizing the exclusivity and personal nature of the music, unable to be bought or replicated elsewhere.


It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream
Describing the indescribable nature of the music, something that can't be understood until experienced firsthand.


As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing
Being content and happy with the music and the lifestyle it brings, regardless of its dangerous nature.


Work that angle 'til it's beveled, curve of the blade doubled
Working hard and tirelessly to perfect one's craft, honing and sharpening skills.


Edge made to bleed the struggle, best believe the game's a hustle
Acknowledging the competitive and difficult nature of the music industry, realizing that one must fight to succeed.


Observer of the strange occurrences, conjurer of the subtle
Noticing and experiencing the peculiar and unique aspects of the music industry, using that to shape and influence one's own work.


Unseen but felt disturbances that burst a bitches bubble
Creating tension and unease through music and performance, impacting and challenging the expectations of the audience.


That's right it's all mine, it's all mine never was yours
Emphasizing the personal nature and ownership of the music and one's own work, not meant for anyone else but the creator.


Like how you wait in line while I walk straight through the door, straight through the
Being confident and assured in one's own success and talent, bypassing traditional methods and expectations.


Hear you say something but ain't nothing, spectators ignored
Ignoring the opinions of others and staying focused on the music and the work itself.


Pay no mind to that chump's, just a player hatin' whore
Disregarding and disrespecting those who criticize or belittle one's work and talent.


Ain't no fun if the aliens can't have none
Enjoying and embracing the weird and unconventional aspects of the music, sharing it with those who can appreciate it.


How I fuck it dirty, how I make it twitch and scream
Creating music that is intense and raw, inducing strong reactions and emotions in the listener.


How it screams oh baby hurt me, work me to the bone oh please
Describing the power and passion behind the music, the intense emotion and drive that goes into its creation.


How I bend the rhythm over and hit, hit, hit it on my knees
Manipulating and shaping the music to one's will, putting in the physical effort to create something unique and powerful.


Give, give, give it up, I need it all the time
Desiring and craving the music constantly, needing it in order to feel fulfilled and satisfied.


Bleed it on the drop of a dime, down to pound it 'til it shines
Putting everything into the music, working hard and tirelessly to perfect and refine it.


Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I makes it mine
Creating something that is dark and intense, taking ownership and pride in the music itself.


Break shit down and make it grind to the groove used to align
Breaking down and manipulating the music to create a specific sound or feeling, bending it to one's will.


The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes
Creating a complex and layered sound, combining different elements and styles to make something unique.


Nuclear steeze creeps and winds
Creating a sound that is explosive and powerful, but also refined and precise.


Through secrets behind and between every time I scream
Creating something that is emotional and intense, driven by personal passion and experience.


Need no ego to rock
Creating and performing music out of passion and love, not for the sake of personal gain or ego.


What we know just gets dropped, how we keep shit on lock
Creating something that is unique and groundbreaking, keeping it fresh and exciting to always push the boundaries.


Shit is mine, it's all mine
Emphasizing the personal nature and ownership of the music and one's own work, not meant for anyone else but the creator.


All the time, shit is mine
Emphasizing the constant and unyielding nature of the passion and drive behind the music, always putting in the work to create something truly one-of-a-kind.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

The Beat Goes Round

Lyrics:

Spread eagle cross the block
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's '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 fucked up
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch
You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
It's 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 cause it's my thing
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Work that angle 'til it's 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 bitches 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 fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Ain't no fun if the aliens can't have none
How I fuck 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 shit 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
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shit
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 shit on lock
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine



All comments from YouTube:

Ray The Pizza Guy

The song that was sampled for the instrumental was Rumble by Link Wray, which was banned from the radio for fear that it would incite violence in rebellious youth, despite the fact that it had no lyrics.

idk idk

I’m glad you said this for some reason

H8erfisternator

It was also hated for being riddled with audio-feedback.

Crappy Old Account

wat

maxy

The only instrumental banned on the radio

Willy Art

@idk idk power chords babey

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The first 15 seconds is the best way to introduce someone to death grips

Marcos F. Maciel

it sounds like something out of Tim and Eric Awesome Show (which I love)

Mother Rosie

This was the first song I heard of theirs. I was instantly hooked

Jo Stauber

fact

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