Death Grips - Guillotine

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