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Guillotine
Guillotine
Single
Death Grips
Genre Experimental hip hop
Album Exmilitary
Length 3:44
Release Date April 25, 2011
"Guillotine" is a single by Death Grips from the mixtape Exmilitary. The single is available for purchase through iTunes.

LyricsEdit

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

Guillotine - yah


Sit in the dark and ponder how I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor

And they all fall down - yah


It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah


Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue

Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke

Stomp music seriously - yah


It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah


Can't stop the groove lics jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement

Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected


To everything you want, ever did want

We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole

And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah


It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah


Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech,

Tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call

Out out out out - yah


The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads

Spinning exorcist like planets

Out of orbit off the edge

Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that’s ever been said - yah


Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah


Yah... Guillotine - yah,,, guillotine - yah


Head of a trick in a bucket

Body of a trick in a bag

And thrown in the fire like fuck it

Gotta burn it before it goes bad

One too many times been disgusted

By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah


Get broke by the street like blood stained glass - yah

Choke on these nuts til the very last - yah


It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah


Serial number, killing machine

The illest of means

To an end built on the filthy sound

you're experiencing - yah


It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes...

Guillotine - yah


Tinted windows, bulletproof

The slip knot fixin' rope to noose

To the grave stone grinder of cold steel


The passion that blinds me so I feel - YAH


Can't let go, no it flows through our veins

Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains

And they all fall down - yah...