Pard-ell bumpin' at the gates - of Hell!
Bump-bumpin' at the gates - of Hell! (x8)
Fire and brimstone boy
Ire and then some
Don't act like you can't come perspire and get dumb
Sweating to the sounds like you covered in Magnums
Or covered in Magnums outside a cop function
Pumping on the speakers like my innards isn't twisted up
And bunching up
And feeling sick
And trying not to lose my lunch or confidence
I'm slamming on the pads cause i know they sick
Honestly the only thing I haven't lost touch with
Belly smash in the place
Half-past time to put some cash in my face
I wish I had a rack or a stack so I could lace my whole goddamn self in gold chains
I obscure my whole face to obfuscate the people watching me
And maybe if I'm lucky I can conjure up some modesty
‘Cause honestly I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really sure I'm better than all y'all
Punks
Pard-ell bumpin' at the gates - of Hell!
Bump-bumpin' at the gates - of Hell! (x2)
f** a mood up quick
Escalate the situation, that's the mood I'm in
I wear my chain like a comfort blanket
I dare one of y'all to take it
Please don't though
I really don't want to break it
It's fake but it still keeps my hands from shaking
Got the sh** in two days with a sensible payment
If I wave it in my face it makes my mind go vacant
Own face all on my own shirt
Got my own corpse all in my own hearse
I'll be damned if a third party get me first
I'mma swallow that tab if you catch me
Tell ‘em I'm doin' well
I'm still doin' swell
It's just me Pard-ell
Bumpin' at the gates of Hell
(Par-dell bumpin' at the gates - of Hell!
Bump-bumpin' at the gates - of Hell!) (x8)