Why A Bitch Gotta Lie
Death Grips Lyrics

Why a bitch gotta lie, why a bitch gotta lie, why a bitch gotta lie, why a bitch gotta lie?
Asking why someone has to be deceitful and lie.

Try and tame, I'll ruin you, fucker, try your luck
Warning to not try to control or manipulate the singer.

Luck's on your side, you're feeling yourself huh, fucker that about enough
Acknowledging that luck may be on the listener's side, but it's not enough to challenge the singer.

Well, guess what fucker?
Challenging the listener.

Fucker try and game me, then
Challenging the listener to try and deceive the artist.

I'm end of your line I need an offering, you'll do just fine
The singer is in control and demands submission from the listener.

I'm type-A hell
The singer is possessed by anger and aggression.

Try and tame it's not about you, fucker
Clarifying that the listener's attempts to control or manipulate the artist will not work.

Don't make me make this about you, fucker
Threatening to focus the attention and aggression onto the listener.

Try and tame me I dare you
Challenging the listener to try and control the artist.

Try and tame me how you dare you
Challenging the listener to try and control the singer and questioning their audacity.

I stand through you
The artist is superior and unaffected by the listener's attempts to manipulate them.

Obviously
Emphasizing that the singer is clearly in control.

I laugh when you ask if you're under my spell
Mocking the listener for thinking they have any power or influence over the singer.

I guide your demise like funeral sails
The singer is in control of the listener's downfall like a captain steering a ship with funeral sails.

My touch tied to strings that steer my figures inside out their wax
The artist is the one who controls their own destiny and the destinies of others.

You pour, I swill you're false like tears, priceless to feel my subjects crack
The artist enjoys manipulating others and takes pleasure in seeing them fall apart.

Try and tame if you're so sure
Challenging the listener's confidence in their ability to manipulate the singer.

Ain't dead or alive, ain't wore this floor
The singer is untouchable and unaffected by the listener's attempts to control them.

My floor tremble your voice
The artist is in control of the situation and intimidates the listener.

Silencer
The artist shuts down any attempts to manipulate or control them.

I make your choice
The artist is in charge of the situation and decides the outcome.

I make no excuses, just fucking noise
The singer's actions are based on their desires and impulses, not justification or reasoning.

Try and tame me, maybe not up to you because
Questioning the listener's ability to control or manipulate the artist.

Can't tame me, I'm proof of
Asserting that the singer cannot be controlled or manipulated by others.

Fuck you gonna do, scream?
Defying the listener to take any action against the singer.