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Pardo Bell - BAR REAL LOw (LIVE) lyrics

I set the bar real low for myself
Even lower for y'all punks
Heard you talking, it's all bunk
Heard you talking is all
Pardo bump bump back
You won't fight me
Got no hand eye coordination
So I can't catch a L
Two Ls in my name
Add the rest and its Bell
Know a dude by name of Roshi
And his nose can read Braille
Smelled a rat and whiffed him p**y so he made him eat kale
I mean he stuffed his mouth with money till he couldn't inhale
I tried to watch but couldn't stomach what the vision entailed
Another weekend and my belly's bucking back at the smell
I tried to tell that pervy bastard I ain't going to jail
I ain't take the rap for nothin
I premeditated sh**
I pop the poison in the medicated clips
I'm steady pumping with some blow darts hanging out my pocket, sh**
Better dip

I set the bar real low for myself
Even lower for y'all punks
Heard you talking, it's all bunk
Heard you talking is all
Pardo bump bump back
You won't fight me
Got no hand eye coordination
So I can't catch a L
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Pardo bump bump back
You won't fight me

Take a tab off ya tongue, boy, stop tripping
Pardo Belly leave the whole damn game with a fat lip and
Punched ‘em in the spleen, best believe the skin slipping
When they tug it out the creek in a week with teeth missing
Be it linoleum or black topg
Pardo keep the shadow boxing popping on the backdrop

I got so many flows I'm f**ing frivolous with them
Watch them fall all out my pocket
Scatter on the sidewalk
Watch the way i walk
And take some notes
It complements my talk
Watch the way I balk
I'm Balkan like Southeastern Europe
Plus I'm mad consistent with my malcontentment
Usually I'm pissed to be specific
Fists will wave and teeth will grit, I meant it
Incidents occur with my permission
First thing to come to mind I'm spitting it
I ain't think of sh** but hold on
All you putzes rap like you illiterate
All my sentences got exclamations at the end of it
All my statements get received with ma**ive adulation
Waitin patient on my patent for my rapping aparatus
And I know you punks is waiting
Till I croak and go to Satan
But I won't
b**h

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