Through the Walls - michael

Thru the Walls - Death Grips
I'm coming through, thought you knew, f**k if you didn't, f**k you
Plutonium lore
What this is, what this for
Feel my fists push black holes
Through your b**ch a** decor
Split it back like a whore
And make you sh*t your f**king drawers
Scared to ride, cowards fall
Before my eyes, sound of my balls
Dragging like cannon loaded wagons
** by demons down your halls
Can't imagine whats fit to happen
When I get to flashing, see the small
Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking
And less than that in no time at all.
Can't believe they have the gaul
To try and act like they