Bitch Please
Death Grips Lyrics

Who wanna catch dis
Who wants to pick a fight with me

Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
You must be crazy or stupid to challenge me

Real shit for my people
Authentic and genuine content for my audience

And it just don't
And it doesn't get any realer than this

Drop it like oh yeah
Throw it down hard and confidently

That's so trashy
That's disgraceful and low-class

How low can you go
How much further can you stoop

How dirty can you get nasty fucker
How depraved and filthy can you be, you disgusting person

Drug through the dirt
Treated with humiliation and disrespect

Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Inflict intense pain and injury on somebody

Chain sleaze leather face
A tough, sleazy, and badass person

Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
You're completely out of your mind to think you can mess with me

Kill it, kill it
Destroy it completely

Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb
Do whatever you want with it and get rid of it when you're done

Shut it down
Put an end to it completely

Forged in the flames, said it before and ill say it again
Created through intense passion and determination, and I'll keep saying it

Quasar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s
A reference to the album title and overall style

(Bitch please)
Reinforcing the initial insult and challenge

When shit goes down
When things get rough or dangerous

I'll be there
I will be present and ready to handle it

Wit my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road ghost ridin ta hell fuck if I care
Driving recklessly with no fear of the consequences

Who wanna catch my droze
Who wants to experience my wrath

Give a fuck blood
I couldn't care less

I ain't goin nowhere
I'm not leaving, backing down, or giving up

Templar night and day, live an die by the code, code of the street, how ta stay in the zone, how I own it and freak it to da base of da bone
Living by a strict code of ethics and principles, and knowing how to stay true to myself and my music at all times

I am the darkness creeping through your system
A metaphorical description of the intense and unsettling impact of my music

The lash of da whip
The aggressive and punishing sound of the music

Cracking every bitch
Breaking down barriers and resistance in the audience

Into position
Putting the audience in the right mindset and emotional state

Workin' ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out, your subwoofers are melting
Immersing and overwhelming the audience with intense and chaotic sound

Hear a bitch say why's he yelling
Ignoring the criticism of those who don't understand or appreciate the music

Who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip
A violent and threatening image of the potential consequences of crossing me

'Cause blood bath
A bloody and brutal outcome for those who oppose me

'Cause I run this like
Because I control and dominate this music scene

Like dogtown ripped
A reference to the skateboarding style that was raw and rebellious

That raw shit like none other
A unique and unparalleled sound and style

Low down dirty shit
Raw, gritty, and offensive content

Shot off this hip
Composed and delivered instinctively and without hesitation

Death grips, mothafucka
Asserting my identity and brand as Death Grips

Please, you must be
Again dismissing and insulting those who think they can challenge me

Smokin' rocks
Completely out of their mind or oblivious to reality

Real shit for my people
Authentic and true content for my fans and supporters

And it just don't
And it can't get any realer than this