Spikes
Read Spikes lyrics by Death Grips on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Spikes
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
Headless
I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I drift like my planet don’t spin
I skid all over marks like I’m haunted
Rev it up, twirl my la la like profits
It’s never much, I’m war torn in the cockpit
Don’t interrupt, my turbulence slaps
My path massive demands panoramic
Massive
Shitty, you’re ten thousand leagues subzero
Sweat dripping
My hancock do-rag riptides like Tent City
Standoff through low lands eerie silencing
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull-
Are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Peel out, press me to magnetic slab
Severe swerving I tow lag
Off uncertainty 'til your zipper locks
My salvia silhouette commence shots
Sixty shots a second on a hexed clock
I strike ‘tween each time your solar plex drops
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
I’m skidding out
I can’t help yourself, I skid in doubt
I’ve dealt with yourself, I tricked hell out
I’m all helter skelter, I’m on that Faust
None of me left but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it’s fixing to bounce
Bounce, bitch, I can’t be the road
I’m crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
Maxed out my oath
Don’t blame me, I’ve no soul
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull-
Are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull-
Are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
Tall knives in my grill feel potent
My jigsaw manipulates you open
My skids writ rubbernecks agent orange
I skid like I’m no use
My headband expand like I choose juice
I binge, all black enhance my tragic
Ends to a means I can’t establish
Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
Cumulus in both hands, can’t kill myself twice
Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
I’m too passcode, these gates won’t stay closed
Control gets old, I smash out my skin
My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I’m finally astral now, grab my stems
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull-
Are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull-
Are pull- are pull- are pull-
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Spikes"?
Death Grips performs "Spikes", and this lyric page sits inside the Death Grips catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "Spikes"?
Yes. The related section below points to 80808 and Anne Bonny with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Death Grips?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Death Grips's lyric pages.
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
What people are saying
No listener comments on Spikes yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.