LEFT HAND PARDO - Bupkes lyrics

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LEFT HAND PARDO - Bupkes lyrics

[Pardo Bell] Walk around fuzzy like I'm lumpkins Look the other way if you start talking ‘bout some bupkes If you don't know bupkes then I tell you it means nothing And then if you don't know nothing Then I know you ain't me Homeboy said he gonna spit some real sh** Come to find out that it's all about his wrist Come to find out that it's all about exquisite and expensive sh** The vitriol is dripping from my lips I don't like crowds Unless I'm at the crest All the people undulate and move at my behest Mosh pit and twist like rodeos at my request Got a sickle on my chest like I'm scheming on the West Tryna get the money from me with an email scam Man I don't check my email You barking up the wrong tree I don't even use computers bro I make my own paper Chopping down a tree and I hit it with the Wood pulp still wet when I hit it with the pen Wood pulp dried up when I'm done hitting then Sawdust on my hand and my chin and the pen Still dripping with residual ink I hold myself accountable for all the poison I drink HR Giger in that fire water Sniffing the scene Feeling Alien I'm sipping or they're staring at me I'm shuffling in place cause secretly I'm trying to leave (Take me home) If you really wanna know what the problem is I got my mood snatched up by my consciousness Man I snatch the cloth from underneath the dishes Man I move the moths to my holy light Catch me in the spot eating 'za with homies All vegan cheese that's Daiya on me All scientific that's Dianetics All sugar free for them diabetics You wishing you was me when the beat get hectic You wobbling and rocking You about to wipe out I keep the balance when I'm talking with a golden mic out Consider all the vigor with which I rejigger sentences And pour them on the page to Then put place to homeless sentiments I'm an adrenaline junky Whose scared of dying I click the lid Pop what doc prescribing If I said fine then I'm probably lying What's the point of being in the game if you ain't gonna play? What's the point if every single day is like the other day? Might as well just put it to your face And let the record spray Let the AK state I get more done on methylphenidate