Spikes
Death Grips Lyrics

Headless
Without direction or control

I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I move erratically and without control, like a storm-tossed ocean lifted by Hurricane Rita

I drift like my planet don't spin
I move aimlessly and without purpose, as if my surroundings have no bearing on my movements

I skid all over marks like I'm haunted
I move frenetically and uncontrollably, as if being driven by an unseen force or possession

Rev it up, twirl my la-la like profits
I push myself to go faster, spinning and swirling like a spinning top in order to generate more income or attention

It's never much, I'm war-torn in the cockpit
I don't accomplish much, and my life feels like a battlefield or warzone

Don't interrupt, my turbulence slaps
Don't interfere with me, as my chaotic nature can be violent and disruptive

My path massive, demands panoramic
My route is vast and requires an all-encompassing perspective to fully appreciate

Massive
A repetition of the previous line, emphasizing its significance

Shitty, you're ten thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping
You're in a terrible situation, with extreme cold and sweat pouring off of you

My Hancock do-rag riptides like tent city
My bandana creates waves and chaos like a hurricane passing over a city of tents

Standoff through lowlands eerie silencing
A tense situation exists in a quiet, desolate area

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
A repeating chant of the song's title

Peel out, press me to magnetic slab
I accelerate quickly, pressing myself to the ground like a magnet

Severe swerving, I tow lag
I move rapidly and unpredictably, towing a trailer behind me that struggles to keep up

Off uncertainty 'til your zipper locks
I continue to careen out of control, until you're paralyzed with fear and unable to move

My salvia silhouette commence shots
My mysterious, ghostly appearance sets off a barrage of gunfire

Sixty shots a second on a hexed clock
A rapid, unrelenting attack continues non-stop

I strike 'tween each time your solar plex drops
I attack with precise timing, landing blows between the moments of your vulnerability

I'm skidding out
I'm losing control of myself and my situation

I can't help yourself, I skid in doubt
Despite my uncertainty, I continue to move too fast to control myself

I've dealt with yourself, I tricked hell out
I've faced and overcome numerous challenges, even tricking the forces of hell

I'm all helter-skelter, I'm on that Faust
I'm in complete chaos, and even seeing the devil himself doesn't scare me

None of me left but reflex skidding out
I'm running on pure instinct, with no ability to think or reason

Pulse in my chest feel like it's fixing to bounce
My heart feels like it's about to explode with energy and excitement

Bounce, bitch, I can't be the road
I won't be controlled or confined by the circumstances around me

I'm crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
I'm causing widespread destruction and devastation, yet it's just another day for me

Maxed out my oath
I've given everything I have to this situation and won't back down

Don't blame me, I've no soul
Don't hold me accountable, as I have no conscience or morality

My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
I keep pushing myself to the edge, until I collapse and lose control completely

Tall knives in my grill feel potent
The danger and violence surrounding me feels intense and overwhelming

My jigsaw manipulates you open
My abilities and power allow me to take control of any situation and break it apart

My skids rit rubbernecks agent orange
My out-of-control movements leave those around me in shock and suffering from the effects of toxic chemicals

I skid like I'm no use
I spin out of control with no purpose or function

My headband expand like I choose juice
My power and influence grow like a swelling headband that's soaked up too much juice

I binge, all-black enhance my tragic
I indulge in excess, intensifying my already sorrowful situation

Ends to a means I can't establish
I'm so focused on achieving my goals that I don't care about the consequences or reasons behind them

Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
A cacophony of wandering travelers, fueled by precious blue spices

Cumulus in both hands, can't kill myself twice
I hold cloud formations (metaphorically or literally), and I can't risk destroying them and losing everything twice

Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
Innocent people quake with fear, like objects being controlled by evil spirits

Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
People are emotionally scarred, as if they've been hit by a car and left to die, while the privileged classes remain untouched

I'm too passcode, these gates won't stay closed
I have the right access codes to any system, and no barriers can keep me out

Control gets old, I smash out my skin
I grow tired of always being in control, and I physically lash out and destroy myself

My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I'm thrown like an empty sack, with no direction or purpose

I'm finally astral now, grab my stems
I've finally transcended earthly limitations, and I'm grabbing onto my metaphysical essence

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
A repeating chant of the song's title