Paul Bearer
Babytron Lyrics


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(Enrgy made this one)
Smoking-, oh my God

Smoking Swisher leaves ′cause the Backwoods fucked up
Look at my neck, light show, bitch, I'm Hutch′d up
Turn my hustle to the max, bitch, I ain't luck up
Three sixth of Runtz, you get stuck off of one puff
Touchdown, that's a six out here, hut, hut
So many Dunks in my closet, don′t know what′s what
Point it at his toes, turn his Yeezys into Foam Runners
Why the fuck you put the cuffs on her? She a known runner
Three five, Durantula, bitch, I only blow thunder
High as hell on the roof, dripping like a broke gutter

I'll do the dash and crash this bitch, I got full coverage
On the block with the big B′s, I think the hood buzzing
Shoot the baby Drac' one hand, it got the wood jumping
Rap star, you might catch me somewhere in yo′ hood clutching

Walked out crispy, feeling like I'm Kidd today
Doing sixty, pouring Kesha, shit, I had to hit the breaks
Ain′t a shovel, P90, it's gon' dig his grave
Deuce in my Gatorade, I′m shooting tryna win the game

(Phew, ayy)
Trackhawk damn near broke my neck tryna take off
Boy, I wish they would, do the race and shake the Jakes off
2021, I copped a mower, cut the snakes off
Dealership, new whip, I told ′em take the brakes off
When brodie slide, it's a hit like a Drake song
Trendsetter, not a wave rider, I create sauce
On my way to it right now, I can′t wait long

Look me in my mirror tint, you can clearly see you're losing
Look at yo′ bitch, why she staring? Boy, I think she choosing
Look at yo' shoes, boy, you broke, who you think you fooling?
Bitch let me send her up in Sprint, shit, I think she stupid

We gon′ pop him in his Cartis if he think he buff
Orange and brown Yeezy 350s, look like Reese Cups
Doggie can't buy an eighthy so he taking breezy puffs
Pull up, burn him like some alcohol since he think he cut

Looking like the auto shows, Scats irking up the block
Full court press, slap the floor, turn it up a notch
Spilling Wock's on my sneaks, look like detergent on my socks
Doggie laying in his bed crying, hurting ′bout a thot

Can′t relate though
Met my one plug in Mexico, I paid him pesos
Seen my one opp, I ain't say shit, I gave him halo
Mike Amiris, bitch see my jeans like, "Where they make those?"
Maison Margiela, I got paint toes

Bankroll so fucking big that it can′t fold
Hunnid tucked, if I get caught, that's the case closed
You can go home with them Xannies, we don′t take those
You can go home in them Converse, we don't wear them
Told bro like, "When we pull up, no, you can′t spare them"
Fry his top with the chop, fuck around, electric chair him

Yeah, the Glocks' something like these Nike sneaks
We gon' air ′em (Okay)
Undertaker, I don′t wrestle, I'm with Paul Bearer
Soaring in the Track′, 150, think the 'Hawk scared her
So many red lines poured, we typing all errors
Winter time, I′m a road running Nike jog wearer
Summer time, I'm the type to drop the top and hit the hood
Eighty dollar eighthy, zaza, you can′t hit this 'Wood
At Benihana's, told the bitch make sure my shrimp is cooked
Timmy Turner, strapped up, boy, I wish he would





Hey, ShittyBoyz
What up, Enrgy?

Overall Meaning

The song "Paul Bearer" by Babytron is a fast-paced, catchy track that is full of braggadocio and references to drugs, violence, and street life. The lyrics describe the rapper's extreme wealth, taste in designer brands, and viciousness towards his enemies. He boasts about smoking Runtz, a highly potent strain of marijuana, and his habit of carrying guns with him wherever he goes. He also makes a reference to the wrestling legend, The Undertaker, and his manager, Paul Bearer, perhaps to suggest his own ability to intimidate and dominate his rivals.


The chorus of "Paul Bearer" is particularly memorable, with its repeated line of "Smoking-, oh my God" highlighting the rapper's love of smoking and his disregard for any negative consequences. Throughout the song, Babytron maintains a confident and aggressive tone, never hesitating to proclaim his dominance over others. The lyrics can be seen as reflecting a particular subculture of hip-hop that is focused on material success and violent competition, often criticized for its negative impact on young listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

Smoking-, oh my God
Expressing shock or amazement while smoking Swisher leaves because Backwoods did not meet the expected standard


Smoking Swisher leaves ′cause the Backwoods fucked up
Smoking Swisher leaves due to dissatisfaction with Backwoods


Look at my neck, light show, bitch, I'm Hutch′d up
My neck is illuminated and shining bright, reflecting my rich and luxurious lifestyle like Robert Hutchins in Starsky & Hutch


Turn my hustle to the max, bitch, I ain't luck up
Maximizing my effort and energy to achieve success, this wasn't by luck, but from consistent hard work


Three sixth of Runtz, you get stuck off of one puff
One puff of a sixth of Runtz is potent enough to get you high


Touchdown, that's a six out here, hut, hut
Scoring six points in football is referred to as a touchdown, and that's a big achievement


So many Dunks in my closet, don′t know what′s what
Having so many Nike Dunks in my wardrobe that I cannot distinguish them from each other


Point it at his toes, turn his Yeezys into Foam Runners
Aiming a gun at his feet and firing can cause his Yeezys to be ruined and resemble Foam Runners


Why the fuck you put the cuffs on her? She a known runner
Why did you handcuff her? She is a habitual runner


Three five, Durantula, bitch, I only blow thunder
I only consume high-quality marijuana like Durantula, which gives me a powerful high


High as hell on the roof, dripping like a broke gutter
Extremely high on drugs, and sweating heavily like a leaky gutter


I'll do the dash and crash this bitch, I got full coverage
I'll drive recklessly and crash my car, as I've got complete auto insurance coverage


On the block with the big B′s, I think the hood buzzing
Hanging out in the community with big bosses, I think everyone is aware of my presence


Shoot the baby Drac' one hand, it got the wood jumping
Firing an automatic weapon with one hand called Baby Drac has the effect of causing everyone to panic


Rap star, you might catch me somewhere in yo′ hood clutching
As a famous rapper, you might see me somewhere in your neighbourhood with a firm grip on my weapon


Walked out crispy, feeling like I'm Kidd today
Walking out fresh and feeling like Jason Kidd, one of the legendary basketball players who was always sharply dressed


Doing sixty, pouring Kesha, shit, I had to hit the breaks
Driving at a fast rate while consuming codeine-based cough syrup, and I had to brake suddenly


Ain′t a shovel, P90, it's gon' dig his grave
I'm not using a shovel, a type of mechnical equipment to dig, rather P90, a military-grade automatic gun will bury him


Deuce in my Gatorade, I′m shooting tryna win the game
Mixing a liquid with two packs of Kool-Aid and a powder substance probably drugs, and I'm shooting my gun trying to win in life


Trackhawk damn near broke my neck tryna take off
The sudden acceleration of my vehicle almost caused me neck injury


Boy, I wish they would, do the race and shake the Jakes off
I hope they make an escape and escape the law enforcement chasing them


2021, I copped a mower, cut the snakes off
In 2021, I bought a powerful lawnmower to cut away the problematic people in my life


Dealership, new whip, I told ′em take the brakes off
At the dealership while buying a new car, I instructed the seller to remove the brakes for maximum speed when driving


When brodie slide, it's a hit like a Drake song
Whenever my partner moves, it's perceived as a big hit, a similarity to when listening to a popular Drake song


Trendsetter, not a wave rider, I create sauce
Not following a trend, I establish my own style that stands out, creating my unique identity


On my way to it right now, I can′t wait long
I am on my journey to success, and I am not patient, eager to reach my destination


Look me in my mirror tint, you can clearly see you're losing
If you look at me through the tinted windows of my car, it is clear that you are losing


Look at yo′ bitch, why she staring? Boy, I think she choosing
Why is your girl staring at me? I think she is interested in me


Look at yo' shoes, boy, you broke, who you think you fooling?
Your shoes look cheap and worn out, thinking you can deceive people about your financial status, you must think everyone is gullible.


Bitch let me send her up in Sprint, shit, I think she stupid
Allow me to send her away on a SPRINT motor vehicle, because I think she is naive or foolish


We gon′ pop him in his Cartis if he think he buff
We will shoot him while he is in his expensive Cartier eyeglasses, thinking he's invincible


Orange and brown Yeezy 350s, look like Reese Cups
Wearing Adidas Yeezy 350 shoes, in orange and brown colorway similar to Reese's peanut butter cups


Doggie can't buy an eighthy so he taking breezy puffs
He can't afford an eighth of marijuana, so he takes small puffs to feel a slight high


Pull up, burn him like some alcohol since he think he cut
Pulling up and shooting him repeatedly, like an alcohol burn, thus making him realize he is not as tough as he thinks.


Looking like the auto shows, Scats irking up the block
The cars we drive look like those from auto shows, and they make a lot of noise while in the neighbourhood


Full court press, slap the floor, turn it up a notch
Playing defense where players press the entire court and slapping the court, increasing the intensity of the Game


Spilling Wock's on my sneaks, look like detergent on my socks
Spilling a drink called Wock's on my sneakers, making it appear like laundry detergent on my socks


Doggie laying in his bed crying, hurting ′bout a thot
A man sobbing on his bed, upset and in pain due to a woman


Can′t relate though
I can't understand his situation or empathize with him


Met my one plug in Mexico, I paid him pesos
I met my only supplier in Mexico and paid him in pesos


Seen my one opp, I ain't say shit, I gave him halo
I met my only enemy, did not speak or act aggressively towards him but moved on peacefully


Mike Amiris, bitch see my jeans like, "Where they make those?"
Wearing designer denim, and people are wondering where they're made


Maison Margiela, I got paint toes
Wearing designer shoes from Maison Margiela, with newly painted toes


Bankroll so fucking big that it can′t fold
Huge amount of money, too big to be folded up


Hunnid tucked, if I get caught, that's the case closed
Concealing hundred-dollar bills, if caught, the case will be closed and he will be incarcerated


You can go home with them Xannies, we don′t take those
It is okay to leave with your Xanax pills as we do not consume them


You can go home in them Converse, we don't wear them
It's okay to leave wearing Converse shoes, as we don't wear them


Told bro like, "When we pull up, no, you can′t spare them"
I told my friend that when we arrive, he can't hold back, he must be ruthless in the situation.


Fry his top with the chop, fuck around, electric chair him
Shoot him in the head with a firearm, and if he's lucky, he will end up in jail, otherwise, he will die


Yeah, the Glocks' something like these Nike sneaks
The Glock firearm is similar in quality, popularity and demand to Nike Sneakers


We gon' air ′em (Okay)
We will shoot them


Undertaker, I don′t wrestle, I'm with Paul Bearer
I'm not a wrestler, but I'm associated with Paul Bearer, who was the Undertaker's manager in WWE


Soaring in the Track′, 150, think the 'Hawk scared her
Driving a Jeep Trackhawk at a high speed of 150 miles per hour, and the car is so powerful that even birds are afraid of it


So many red lines poured, we typing all errors
So much codeine cough syrup with red lines was added that we are making mistakes while typing on the keyboard


Winter time, I′m a road running Nike jog wearer
In the winter months, I prefer to wear Nike jogging shoes that offer good grip for running on the icy roads


Summer time, I'm the type to drop the top and hit the hood
In the summertime, I enjoy driving with the top down, and visiting the neighbourhood


Eighty dollar eighthy, zaza, you can′t hit this 'Wood
The eighth of marijuana costs 80 dollars, so don't ask to smoke it, and the marijuana is good, earning the nickname 'zaza,' and you can't smoke my weed


At Benihana's, told the bitch make sure my shrimp is cooked
At Benihana's restaurant, instructing the waitress to ensure the shrimp is cooked to your preference


Timmy Turner, strapped up, boy, I wish he would
Prepared for any situation, and wishing someone would try to harm him


What up, Enrgy?
Babytron greeting Enrgy




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