Lock Your Doors
Death Grips Lyrics


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I got some shit ta say just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me

Corner of my eye the coroner's here, why under pressure I?

My backbone slip left to the death
Massive procession of cold sweat
Stalactite step, slide through you're next
Get me inside, I'll do the rest

Master of self-contained combust
Sustained disgust command him claim
Figure eight strut can't be touched
Subversive infiltration reign supreme, in none me trust
Why must them fuck them

Mine vomit stain dem feel not but hate dem
Line up back facin' suspense rapes dem
One-by-one hot cumshot clip spray dem
Life drop and waste dem in pine box laid dem ta
Grime dismantled churn the fat
Light the candle burn the wax
Before me dies in scorch uprise
Can't deny it, no way back

I got some shit ta say just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me

Invoke ancient locc to the brain in a blaze ignition weightless world
Warped rotation path is blurred memento mori, dead man's curve

Oblivion transcender becomes him shroud
I can't remember, I'm no one now
Comin' for yours lock your doors
Identifier destroyer

Comon stick me, cut me, drain me, suck me, drink me, take me down
Feel me one, three make your chamber pound and drown

I got some shit ta say just for the fuck of it
Them thangs, them thangs
Don't even ask me





Bear the mark, take one to know, lifted chin face don't show

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Death Grips’s song Lock Your Doors are part of their album No Love Deep Web, released in 2012. The band, known for their unconventional style and experimental hip hop, creates an atmosphere in this song that suggests raw and aggressive energy. The lyrics are filled with violence, sexual references, and a message of rebellion. The lines “I got some shit ta say just for the fuck of it / Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me” show defiance and the refusal to explain themselves to those who do not understand or deserve an explanation.


The line “Corner of my eye the coroner's here, why under pressure I?” portrays paranoia and fear of death lurking around. The phrase “Master of self-contained combust” characterizes the individual as someone who has control over their own emotions, but at the same time, those emotions consume them. The repetition of the phrase “lock your doors” throughout the song suggests that the individual may feel like an outcast or even a threat to society. The lyrics end with “Bear the mark, take one to know, lifted chin face don't show,” which could mean that the individual is proud of their rebellious nature and does not care about the consequences that may follow.


Line by Line Meaning

I got some shit ta say just for the fuck of it
I have some things to say for the mere pleasure of saying them


Them thangs, them thangs, don't even ask me
I'm referring to those things that are best left unmentioned


Corner of my eye the coroner's here, why under pressure I?
I see the coroner's presence out of the corner of my eye, and I wonder why I'm feeling so much pressure


My backbone slip left to the death
I'm losing my confidence and courage, leading me closer to my demise


Massive procession of cold sweat
I'm perspiring profusely due to my fear and apprehension


Stalactite step, slide through you're next
I'm walking cautiously, and you should be careful or you'll be next


Get me inside, I'll do the rest
Get me inside and I'll take care of what needs to be done


Master of self-contained combust
I'm the master of keeping my own rage and discontent hidden


Sustained disgust command him claim
I have a prolonged repugnance, and it leads me to demand action


Figure eight strut can't be touched
I have a powerful and confident walk that can't be imitated


Subversive infiltration reign supreme, in none me trust
My secret agenda and takeover of this situation is triumphant, and I trust no one


Why must them fuck them
What's the reason for the oppression and abuse of those people?


Mine vomit stain dem feel not but hate dem
My repugnance and anger taints them, and they only have hatred for me


Line up back facin' suspense rapes dem
They're afraid and helpless, and the situation is like a rape


One-by-one hot cumshot clip spray dem
I'm attacking them one by one with a powerful spray


Life drop and waste dem in pine box laid dem ta
I kill them and dispose of them in a cheap and simple way


Grime dismantled churn the fat
I'm breaking up the dirt and destroying the excess


Light the candle burn the wax
I'm lighting a candle to melt away the wax, leaving only the essence behind


Before me dies in scorch uprise
I'm going to take advantage of the time before death comes, and rise above others


Can't deny it, no way back
I can't deny the truth, and there's no turning back now


Invoke ancient locc to the brain in a blaze ignition weightless world
I'm calling upon ancient energy to ignite my mind, and enter a world free of gravity


Warped rotation path is blurred memento mori, dead man's curve
My path is twisted and confusing, and I must remember that I'll eventually reach dead man's curve


Oblivion transcender becomes him shroud
I'm transcending into oblivion as it becomes my only existence


I can't remember, I'm no one now
I've forgotten everything, and I'm nobody now


Comin' for yours lock your doors
I'm coming for what you have, so lock your doors


Identifier destroyer
I'm going to destroy your identity


Comon stick me, cut me, drain me, suck me, drink me, take me down
Come on and attack me in any way you want, I'll still prevail


Feel me one, three make your chamber pound and drown
Experience me in different ways, and you'll be filled with intensity and overwhelmed


Bear the mark, take one to know, lifted chin face don't show
Only those who bear my mark can understand me, and I don't reveal my true emotions




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: ZACHARY CHARLES HILL, STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ANDREW MORIN

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