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Death Grips feat. Mexican Girl Lyrics
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Come come fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll hard shit
Fuck I said fucker don't start shit
Come come fuck apart in here
Life pulled out your mouth
I become you
Opening of the mouth
Unlawful possession
Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end
Hollow shell twitch disconnection
Pupils swell
My entrance
Hijacked no questions asked
Stretch you on like latex mask
My sigil's your epitaph
Come come fuck apart in here I die
I'm not you
Fear
You wear it well
Mademoiselle
Here's to your destiny
Hysterics scream help
Don't worry in a few you'll all be somewhere else
Prepare yourselves
Freelance motherfucker
Get so fuckin' dark in here
Come come fuck apart in here
I die in the process
You die in the process
Kettle drum roll hard shit
Fuck I said fucker don't start shit
Come come fuck apart in here
The lyrics of Death Grips's song "You Might Think He Loves You for Your Money But I Know What He Really Loves You for It's Your Brand" are truly intense and chaotic. The song talks about a power struggle, possession, and surreal imagery. The opening lines, "Get so fuckin' dark in here, Come come fuck apart in here," sets the tone for a dark and disturbing atmosphere. The singer expresses his desire to take over the subject's body, "Life pulled out your mouth, I become you, Opening of the mouth, Unlawful possession." The imagery of "jellyfish in cold sweat deep end" and "pupils swell" add to the surreal and unsettling nature of the lyrics. The singer's takeover is portrayed as a violent process, "Stretch you on like latex mask, My sigil's your epitaph."
However, the song is not just portraying the singer's violent tendencies but also explores the subject's fear and vulnerability, "Fear, You wear it well, Mademoiselle." The chorus, "Get so fuckin' dark in here, Come come fuck apart in here," can be interpreted as a plea for release from the possession or a celebration of the chaos that the singer is causing. The song ends with "Freelance motherfucker," which could be a nod to the singer's power and freedom.
Overall, the lyrics of "You Might Think He Loves You for Your Money But I Know What He Really Loves You for It's Your Brand" are a disturbing depiction of possession and power dynamics. It is up to the listener to interpret the meaning behind the surreal imagery and chaos portrayed in the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Get so fuckin' dark in here
The environment around us is intensifying to an unbearable level
Come come fuck apart in here
Lose self-control and succumb to the dark, intense atmosphere
I die in the process
As I lose control, I feel like a part of me is dying
You die in the process
As you succumb to the darkness, you are also losing a part of yourself
Kettle drum roll hard shit
The intense environment is like a loud, booming drumroll
Fuck I said fucker don't start shit
I am warning someone not to provoke me or add to the intense situation
I hover above you
I am in a position of power over you
Life pulled out your mouth
Life is draining from you, as if being pulled out from your mouth
I become you
In this power dynamic, I am taking on your identity or control over you
Opening of the mouth
An ancient Egyptian symbol of rebirth or transition to another life
Unlawful possession
I have taken control of you without your consent
Jellyfish in cold sweat deep end
You are in a state of shock or distress, like a jellyfish in cold water
Hollow shell twitch disconnection
You are becoming detached from reality, like an empty shell with twitchy movements
Pupils swell
Your pupils are widening, possibly due to fear or confusion
My entrance
My arrival or intrusion into your life or mind
Hijacked no questions asked
I've taken control without any regard for your consent or well-being
Stretch you on like latex mask
I am manipulating or molding you to fit my desires like a latex mask
My sigil's your epitaph
My symbol or mark represents your eventual downfall or death
I'm not you
Despite my attempts to control you, I am not truly you and cannot experience your reality
Fear
The emotion that is driving this power struggle
You wear it well
You are able to display fear convincingly
Mademoiselle
A term of address typically used for a French woman
Here's to your destiny
I am offering a toast to your inevitable fate
Hysterics scream help
You are distressed and calling out for help in a frantic or irrational manner
Don't worry in a few you'll all be somewhere else
I am reassuring myself that this intense situation will soon be over and everyone will move on to somewhere else
Prepare yourselves
A warning or call to action to get ready for what's to come
Freelance motherfucker
A bold statement of independence and defiance
Lyrics © Warp Music Limited
Written by: ANDREW MORIN, STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ZACHARY CHARLES HILL
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LYRICS
Lord of the Game
Death Grips
Into the flame, into the fire
With no regard for a thing, fuck that I'm the lord of the game
I rule this empire (I am the God of hell fire)
Lord of the game
Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt
Cuz no one has came even close to the train
Of thought we drop like neutron bombs from the tower
Control this and bang this, then watch it rise higher
Than anything seen in your entire
Life spent in chains, sonic live wire
Electrified rain from the lips of the driver
Whippin the wheel
Flippin donuts to peel
Out on the face of the base, where's my lighter?
Need it to kill one more and chill while I feel
It so much my gut burns like the tires
Movin this movement of real shit inspired
By all that has come before this and was done
For the real ones packin real guns loaded with power
Shower the slums with power from the war
Marching drums that have come to devour
The weakness that runs when we come
Fuckin cowards
When they tell you you must make it
And you think hell no
Got a bad feeling and can't shake it
Hits so low
Lord of the game
Born to reign above all that you claim to know beyond a doubt
Cuz no one has came even close to the train of thought
We drop like neutron bombs from the tower
'Pon which we maintain
Like soldiers of fame
And fortune denied as to to get by without the
Bullshit coming at me from all sides
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Told me it was all good, but they lied
Don't wait to see whites of their eyes
Death to everyone who does not recognize
Wars never done, think it is you die
Where was I now
Like I said before
Hear someone knockin
At my front door
Who could it be, should I ignore
The knockin or see what could be in store
For me if I leave the safety of the shore
So many options, so little time
To do what I want 'fore the end of the line
Places its blade in the small of my spine
Is it paranoia, is it real?
How long can a man enjoy what he doesn't feel
When they ask if you can make it
And you don't wanna go
When they tell you you must make it
And you think hell no
Got a bad feeling and can't shake it
Hits so low
Rather be stuck naked
Than waste my time like the last time
And every time before that
Don't waste my time even one more time
When you know that shit is whack
Don't make me remind of you of the last time you
Said you'd never go back
Fuck where you're from
Fuck where you're goin
It's all about where you're at
@DickDreamhands
just annihilated my 6 year old nephew in uno
edit: i am no longer allowed to babysit
@jennydeathlol
Chad move
@bebbist
good job.
@abigguy354
king
@waldorfthepig1431
Ok
@madgigahz
show no mercy
@jonathanalberts459
“I am the god of hellfire”
“I am the beast I worship”
DG really helping me with my self confidence
@fostertv7495
Ok
@nottherealpaulsmith
mr. grips believes in you
@joeim12
DG is more about self destruction bro