Hacker Songtext
von Death Grips

Hey, no ins and outs
You come out, your shit is gone
Bitch

Goin′ back to Tangier
With some Jordans and a spear
Post-chrisitan shit
Post chicken or the egg addiction shit
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 fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane

While everybody's like no


I got this pregnant snake
Stay surrounded by long hairs
A plethroa of maniacs
And spiral stairs
Make your water break
In the apple store
Sink or swim, who fucking cares
Cut the birth cords
Press send

Yeah thick
Gaga can't handle this shit

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

(When you come out
Your shit is gone)
(When you come out
Your shit is gone)

(When you come out
Your shit is gone)
(When you come out
Your shit is gone)


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

When you come out
Your shit is gone

When you come out
Your shit is gone
When you come out
Your shit is gone
When you come out
Your shit is gone

You′ll catch a jpeg to the head
über reach
You're an intern
On wikileaks
Most loved therefore most hated

Come and knock on the door we′ve been waiting for you
Game changer
Reclusive aggressive
Yingin and yanging 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, fuck that nautical
Teachin bitches how to swim

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

(Teachin' bitches how to swim)
(Teachin' bitches how to swim)
(Teachin′ bitches how to swim)
(Teachin′ bitches how to swim)

Now backstroke
Through your k-hole
Don't run
Ya might slip
The table′s flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch

Burmese babies under each arm
Screamin' beautiful songs
The cray cray ultra contrarion
Havin′ conversations
With your car alam
When you come out

Your shit is gone
Soon your crew will be servin' sandwiches named after me
Vietnamese style fool, please
Front row at the mass games
Untracable by name
You speak of us in certain cicles you will be dethroned or detained

Gone
Gone
Your shit is gone
Gone
When you come out
Your shit is gone

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