Spikes
Death Grips Lyrics


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Headless
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
Massive
Shitty, you're ten thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping
My Hancock do-rag riptides like tent city
Standoff through lowlands eerie silencing

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

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 a hexed clock
I strike 'tween each time your solar plex drops

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

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 but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it's fixing to bounce
Bounce, bitch, I can't be the road
I'm crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
Maxed out my oath
Don't blame me, I've no soul

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
Tall knives in my grill feel potent
My jigsaw manipulates you open
My skids rit rubbernecks agent orange
I skid like I'm no use
My headband expand like I choose juice
I binge, all-black enhance my tragic
Ends to a means I can't establish
Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
Cumulus in both hands, can't kill myself twice
Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
I'm too passcode, these gates won't stay closed
Control gets old, I smash out my skin
My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I'm finally astral now, grab my stems





Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Death Grips's "Spikes" consist of several surreal and abstract images interwoven with themes of chaos, danger, and intense physical sensation. The song begins with the singer describing his own reckless behavior, comparing himself to a skidding car and implying that he is myopic and out of control. This is reinforced by the lines "It's never much, I'm war-torn in the cockpit / Don't interrupt, my turbulence slaps", which suggest that the singer is in a state of intense conflict. As the song progresses, the imagery becomes even more violent and disjointed, with the lines "Sixty shots a second on a hexed clock / I strike 'tween each time your solar plex drops" combining ideas of speed, aggression, and the supernatural.


Line by Line Meaning

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




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

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[Verse 1]
Headless
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
Massive
Shitty, you’re ten thousand leagues subzero, sweat dripping
My hancock do-rag riptides like Tent City
Standoff through low lands eerie silencing

[Chorus]
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

[Verse 2]
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 a hexed clock
I strike ‘tween each time your solar plex drops

[Chorus]
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

[Verse 3]
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 but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it’s fixing to bounce
Bounce, bitch, I can’t be the road
I’m crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
Maxed out my oath
Don’t blame me, I’ve no soul

[Chorus]
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

[Verse 4]
My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
Tall knives in my grill feel potent
My jigsaw manipulates you open
My skids writ rubbernecks agent orange
I skid like I’m no use
My headband expand like I choose juice
I binge, all black enhance my tragic
Ends to a means I can’t establish
Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
Cumulus in both hands, can’t kill myself twice
Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
I’m too passcode, these gates won’t stay closed
Control gets old, I smash out my skin
My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I’m finally astral now, grab my stems

[Chorus]
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes



All comments from YouTube:

@jeremydoucette6352

My 17-year-old turned this 45 year old onto these guys and I'm completely obsessed. Definitely one of my favorite songs of theirs.

@pravkdey

Haha no age limit to getting NOIDED

@jeremydoucette6352

@@pravkdey I am completely and utterly NOIDED.

@dylanhosselkus5926

based father

@anonymousalias.5059

Good father😂😂

@choose_your_unique_handle

"My 17-year-old turned this 45 year old on..."
-Jeremy Doucette, 2021

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@Ph0bbe1

This is definitely one of their best hooks

@benardman2665

+tibtib fifi o really fat wango

@kirad

Everyone is talking about the hooks and I'm just freaking out about the verse flow. Literally most rappers wish they had the unique and infectious rhythms that MC Ride throw now completely controlled and perfect. The 3rd verse is just like 'Get Got' with it being the best, and also goes the hardest! I mean verse two "I'm on that Faust" is really killer, but "tall knives in my grill feel potent." just the 8 syllable rhymes that end with "Potent, open, and orange" which is just bad ass. This has to be my favorite song by them and I never thought Get Got would be replaced.

@Haitch_Kay

tibtib fifi Finally replaced The Fever in terms of hooks, for me at least

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