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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Death Grips
Death Grips
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Death Grips
Death Grips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Death Grips
Death Grips
Producer
Morgan Stratton
Morgan Stratton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Geoff Neal
Geoff Neal
Assistant Recording Engineer

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Writer(s): Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Charles Hill, Andrew Morin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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