Hacker lyrics
by Death Grips
[Intro]
Hey, no ins and outs
You come out, your sh*t is gone, b*tch
[Verse 1]
Goin' back to Tangier with some Jordans and a spear
Post-Christian sh*t, post-chicken-or-the-egg-addiction sh*t
Pass the sherm stick, Neo-reality
Be the freak you wanna see, just don't follow me
I'm on a journey to the center of three
Grab your f*cking chain and drag you through the bike lane
While everybody's like (Nooooo!)
I got this pregnant snake; stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethora of maniacs and spiral stairs
Make your water break in the Apple Store
Sink or swim, who f*cking cares, cut the birth cords
Press send, yeah, thick
Gaga can't handle this sh*t, headed for the Sammy Davis wing
Throw up a black hole at the entrance of Linens-n-Things
On the way, never call it a day
Visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today
Still on the way, bigger wigs
[Bridge 1]
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
[Chorus]
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
[Bridge 1]
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
When you come out, your sh*t is gone (I'm in—)
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
[Verse 2]
You'll catch a jpeg to the head, über reach
You're an intern, I'm Wikileaks
Most loved, therefore most hated
Come and knock on the door, we've been waiting for you
Game changer, reclusive-aggressive
Ying-ing and yang-ing, noided
Info warrior, Jack the Hacker
The rolling stoner, profit on disaster
My existence is a momentary lapse of reason
Got the DNA of gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times out of eleven
Your bad ideas are the ATM, shed my skin
Leave it for the homeless to sleep in
Prodigal, f*ck that, nautical
Teachin' b*tches how to swim (I'm in—)
[Chorus]
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
[Bridge 2]
Teachin' b*tches how to swim
Teachin' b*tches how to swim (I'm in—)
Teachin' b*tches how to swim
Teachin' b*tches how to swim
Now backstroke, through your k-hole
Don't run, you might slip
The table's flipped, now we got all the coconuts, b*tch
[Verse 3]
Burmese babies under each arm
Screaming beautiful songs
The cray-cray ultra-contrarian
Havin' conversations with your car alarm
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
Soon your crew will be serving sandwiches named after me
Vietnamese style, fool, please
Front row at the mass games, untraceable by name
You speak of us in certain circles, you will be dethroned or detained
[Bridge 3]
Gone, gone
Your sh*t is gone, gone
When you come out, your sh*t is gone
[Chorus]
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I'm in your area, I'm in your area
I know the first three numbers, I'm in—
I know the first three numbers