Bel-Pardo - Gates of Hell (EP Version) lyrics

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)