Hale - Bedroom Bars IV

*READ FOR LYRICS*
brand new video of me spitting some tasty ass fresh bars for you in my bedroom!

so if the novelty of weed wears off in a week
then the street, can hold beats, that'd serve the elite
so the freaks can speak sweet and reach phenominal feats
there mouths full of deceit, the lies stuck on repeat
im just askin for the crowd to stand up
your immune to real tunes, so put your hands up
if your throats soaked and choked, and your knecks crampin up
then stay silent for a minute, let the volume crank up
mellow talkin, cos haters keep walkin,
as im spittin bars the same pace as stephen hawking
the women stalking, the critics remain squalking
the more amused, the crowd refuse to quit applauding
slow music, thats how i wanna choose it
i hope i dont use, abuse, snooze and loose it
defuse the blues, that cruise the whole unit
i'll spit the news, and chew to ammuse it
the blunts rolled, and im already coughin
but im not stoppin, before im in a coffin
im still sloughing, but before i get the lot in
i'll observe my herbs, like a marajuana boffin
cos im white + welsh you claim i can't spit piss?
but this shit i rip quick is sick like schindlers list
wait a second was their something that i missed?
fuck i'll blaze up and let my cock meet my wrist
gettin tired of my jokes about masturbatin'
fuck it im the devil, im a fat white satan
pause the bars, the mix on compilation
smash a new track, without comtemplation
ultra-blatent, lyrically patient
cos im the patron, for everybody fakin
so quit slatin, and get down to the matin'
everybody hatin, im rakin in all the bacon
you know im in again, chokin on all the ritalin,
sniffin up lines of vitamins, fixing up on the cinamon
gluggin down pints of vinegar, sour and fuckin sinister
hip hops the church im the mother fuckin minister.
you wanna break? pause for breath?
mate its a joint, not crystal meth
you aint havin fun, cos you done, died a death?
well run son, its fun, theres half an ounce left
accapella or i'll walk on a track
all the fellas want there eardrums back
well im packed, and snacked up to the max
whilst the cunts sniff crack, and they smacked up the stats
this verse is closing, try and find flaws
lyrics poor through my ores, the weeds soothing my sores
slammin doors, i caused, the dropped jaws
takin haters on tour, and i hardly fuckin paused!

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• james
• hale
• rap
• hip hop