Ring a Bell
Death Grips Lyrics


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America, America, now I'm coming, Africa
My death is money
Whose bad?
His bad
Who's looking shitty?
Not me
You think he's listening?
Probably!
Mouthpiece on Sally's like San Joaquin valley
Fuck your middleman, throw that towel in, you irk me
Yeah, yeah, go tell a friend
You're irrelevant, ain't shit but a skank
Skank way too far from her holding tank
Come on, girl, get your front on, girl
You rank A-list, or so I hear
But no basic here, no safe bets here
Wouldn't touch a fake bitch with latex here

She's so, she's so
She know we know
She's

She's so, she's so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro
She's so, she's so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro

Party full of thirsty, lurkers hella worried
All in six high glass heels
Cinderella water-hole climbing for a pot of goldie
Flip you for a twenty bill
Aim for El Dorado estimated arrival
Time it take a fuck to make a deal
Ain't gonna make it though, try your luck in porn
You're so thirsty, all you'll ever earn is frills

Check two skeeze
Pop that pussy pitch into a tent
How those poles make you so bent?
Push that cart pedals, you ring the bell
Ring the bell though, hands full of dick
Use your elbows, door-to-door you sand every last floor
Deep as you can choke a quicksand storm
Lipstick lap dance won't record

She's so, she's so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro
She's so, she's so
Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito




She know we know
But her vox so desert and our beats so dro

Overall Meaning

In "Ring a Bell" by Death Grips, the lyrics depict someone who is coming to America from Africa for their own death, which is money. In the first two lines of the song, the singer may be coming to America to make money, but it could also be interpreted as if they are coming to America for their own death, which would result in money for someone else. The lines "whose bad, his bad" may be referring to this person's bad luck or misfortune, which may be why they are coming to America for their own death.


The next few lines describe how this person is not the one looking bad or feeling shitty. They suggest that someone else may be listening to what they're saying, possibly a person they didn't intend to hear them. The following lines describe the singer's mouthpiece and their dislike for middlemen, and they urge the person they're talking to, "you irk me," to throw in the towel. This could suggest the singer is trying to get the person they're talking to to give up on something, or to stop interfering with them.


In the later part of the song, the lyrics describe a party that is full of lurkers and people who aren't really there to enjoy the party but to use it for other purposes. The singer mocks these people, saying they're all in six-inch high glass heels and that they're Cinderella climbing for a pot of goldie. The line "Flip you for a twenty bill" suggests these people are willing to do anything for money, even flip a coin to determine their fate. The song finishes with the singer describing someone else's actions in a tone that is both mocking and dismissive.


Line by Line Meaning

America, America, now I'm coming, Africa
I am arriving from America to Africa with some purpose.


My death is money
I am willing to sacrifice myself for money or other resources.


Whose bad?
Who is the bad person here?


His bad
That person is the bad one.


Who's looking shitty?
Who is looking bad or unattractive?


Not me
I am not looking bad or unattractive.


You think he's listening?
Do you think that person is listening to us?


Probably!
Yes, they probably are.


Mouthpiece on Sally's like San Joaquin valley
The way Sally speaks is like the San Joaquin valley.


Fuck your middleman, throw that towel in, you irk me
I don't want to deal with your intermediary anymore, they annoy me.


Yeah, yeah, go tell a friend
Sure, go ahead and tell someone else about this.


You're irrelevant, ain't shit but a skank
You are unimportant and worthless, just a promiscuous woman.


Skank way too far from her holding tank
That promiscuous woman is far from where she belongs.


Come on, girl, get your front on, girl
Come on and show me what you've got.


You rank A-list, or so I hear
I've heard that you are considered to be of high status or important.


But no basic here, no safe bets here
However, I am not interested in anything ordinary or predictable.


Wouldn't touch a fake bitch with latex here
I wouldn't get involved with a fake woman who is only interested in superficial things.


She's so, she's so
That woman is extremely...


She know we know
She is aware that we know something about her.


Beat thirsty, thought I heard a mosquito
She is thirsty for a certain type of beat, which I thought I heard.


But her vox so desert and our beats so dro
Her voice is dry like a desert, but our beats are fresh and exciting.


Party full of thirsty, lurkers hella worried
The party is full of thirsty people who are desperate and anxious.


All in six high glass heels
These people are all wearing expensive and impractical shoes.


Cinderella water-hole climbing for a pot of goldie
They are trying to find something valuable or enriching in a place where it is unlikely to be found.


Flip you for a twenty bill
They are willing to gamble or take risks for a small amount of money.


Aim for El Dorado estimated arrival
They are aiming for a mythical land of gold, but it is still far away.


Time it take a fuck to make a deal
It will take a very short amount of time to make a deal.


Ain't gonna make it though, try your luck in porn
However, they are unlikely to be successful and should consider other options, like the porn industry.


You're so thirsty, all you'll ever earn is frills
They are too desperate and eager, and they will only get superficial and unimportant things in return for their efforts.


Check two skeeze
Hey, watch out for those two shady people over there.


Pop that pussy pitch into a tent
Start dancing in a suggestive and provocative manner.


How those poles make you so bent?
Why are those people so attracted to the stripper poles?


Push that cart pedals, you ring the bell
Keep moving and making things happen, you are doing great.


Ring the bell though, hands full of dick
Don't forget to celebrate success, even if it is not perfect or ideal.


Use your elbows, door-to-door you sand every last floor
Keep fighting and working hard to achieve your goals, even if it is difficult or unpleasant at times.


Deep as you can choke a quicksand storm
It is a very difficult and challenging situation.


Lipstick lap dance won't record
A sexual act will not be enough to make a significant impact or change.




Lyrics Β© WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ZACHARY CHARLES HILL, ANDREW MORIN

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@ritacosta1937

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes (uh)
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mamis?
The back of the club, sippin' MoΓ«t is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' -, my crew's behind me (uh)
Mad question askin', - passin'
Music blastin', but I just can't quit
Because one of these honeys Biggie got to creep with (that's right)

Sleep with, keep the ep a secret, why not? (Uh)
Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot?
Now check it, I got more mack than Craig, and in the bed
Believe me, sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy (come on)
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes
C-notes by the layers, true to life players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over, tell your friends jump in the GS3
I got the - by the tree (let's go)

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh, shit you got me fiendin'
Body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me, champagne, Hennessy
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way

Straight up, honey, really I'm askin'
Most of these fellas think they be mackin', but they be actin'
Who they attractin' with that line (what?), "What's your name? What's your sign?"
Soon as he buy that wine, I just creep up from behind (that's right)
And ask you what your interests are, who you be with
Things that make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while? I'm gon' go call my crew, you go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two (come on)

Plans to leave, throw the keys to Little Cease (uh-huh)
Pull the truck up front, and roll up the next blunt
So we can steam on the way to the telly, go fill my belly (G)
A T-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right, boo? (True)
Forget the telly, we just go to the crib
And watch a movie in the jacuzzi, smoke - while you do me

Tell me, baby, is it cool to touch?
I'm a man that you can trust, not just a fool in lust
Comin' to get you on the bus is so ironic
Exotic, on the verge of erotic
I'm hittin' switches on misses
Like I been fixed with hydraulics
My up and down like a roller coaster
Can I cum inside you?
I ain't stoppin' 'til the show is over
'Cause I'm a rider
In and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
Get her rockin' these, nights full of Alize
A livin' legend you ain't heard about
The players living Cali days
Delores Tucker, you a fake to me
Instead of tryin' to help a brother, wanna take his G's
Mistaking me for Bill Clinton, Mister Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot tracks
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, try and top that
Tell me, baby, is it cool to touch?
I'm a man that you can trust, not just a fool in lust
Comin' to get you on the bus is so ironic
Exotic, on the verge of erotic
I'm hittin' switches on misses
Like I been fixed with hydraulics
My up and down like a roller coaster
Can I cum inside you?
I ain't stoppin' 'til the show is over
'Cause I'm a rider
In and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
Get her rockin' these, nights full of Alize
A livin' legend you ain't heard about
The players living Cali days
Delores Tucker, you a fake to me
Instead of tryin' to help a brother, wanna take his G's
Mistaking me for Bill Clinton, Mister Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot tracks
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, try and top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in my cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin' about us, I ain't giving up
Very wonder taught us all to cuss
Come on, tell me how you want itIn mansion and Benzes
Givin' ends to my friends, and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream (heh)
Still tote gats, strapped with infrared beams (that's right) (what?)
Choppin' Os (uh-huh), smokin' la in Optimos
Money, - and clothes, all a nigga knows (all a nigga knows)
A foolish pleasure? Whatever
I had to find the buried treasure (for what?), So grams I had to measure
However, livin' better now, Coogi sweater now
Drop top BMs, I'm the man, girlfriend



@spongebeaver

Better Lyrics:

(Verse 1:)

america america now I'm coming Africa
my death is money
whose bad his bad who's looking shitty
not me
you think he's listening probably
mouthpiece on sally's like san joaquin valley
fuck your middle man throw that towel in
you irk me yeah yeah go tell a friend
you're irrelevant ain't shit but a skank
skank way too far from her holding tank
come on girl get your front on girl
you rank a-list or so I hear
but no basic here no safe bets here
wouldn't touch a fake bitch with latex

(Hook:)

here she's so she's so
she know we know
she's *pause*
(she's so she's so
beat thirsty thought I heard a mosquito
she know we know
but her vox so desert and our beats so dro) x2

(Verse 2:)
party full of thirsty lurkers hella worried
all in six high glass heels
cinderella water hole climbing for a pot of goldie
flip you for a twenty bill
aim for eldorado estimated arrival time it
take a fuck to make a deal
ain't gonna make it though
try your luck in porn you're so
thirsty all you'll ever earn is frills check two
skeeze
pop that pussy pitch into a tent
how those poles make you so bent
push that cart peddles you ring the bell
ring the bell though hands full of dick
use your elbows door to door you sand
every last floor deep as you can choke a
quicksand storm lipstick lap dance won't record

(Hook:)

(she's so she's so
beat thirsty thought I heard a mosquito
she know we know
but her vox so desert and our beats so dro) x2



All comments from YouTube:

@leadenshrew

That guitar interlude is fucking godly

@leafyclass

REAL

@ReshonBryant

I'm looking at this sh*t and I'm like this African American 😎

@treyebillups8602

I fucking love the lyrics. "She's so, she's so, beat thirsty thought I heard a mosquito" "But her vox so desert and our beats so dro"

@freddiesimmons1394

What does any of this mean

@alguz22

criticism of mainstream pop music

@jordanestes6818

@Freddie Simmons my take on it is this song is about a fake chick who thinks she can get what she wants using her sex appeal, but they aren't into it, and shut her down completely because she's fake. She's thirsty, but they've got deeper shit to worry about and see things beyond sex as being more valuable? That's kind of what I'm getting from the lyrics in general, there's a lot of metaphors and shit in this song, it'd take a lot of thought to really pick apart all of it, but that's what I'm getting from it reading the full set of lyrics

@dhdhejehuwbs843

MY DEATH ISSSS MONEY

@eoin7664

Wouldn't touch a fake bitch with latex here

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@slendr_playr9183

This is the closest Death Grips has ever gotten to creating a indie rock song

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