Vinnie Paz Lyrics - Brick Wall lyrics

Brick Wall lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This is Taliban rap, Im a fucking bomber
My head wrapped like somebody who suffered trauma
Musically Im the embodiment of Jeffrey Dahmer
Usually in the environment of marijuana
My straight right like Arguello was
You a medigon, Vinnie do what a dego does
You about to find out what the human tornado does
You a bitch, you aint even half what you say you was
My shit is hard body lord, Im a fucking legend
I dont get my hands dirty, thats for fucking henchmen
Im the equivalent of Russian Roulette, fucking tension
And when you hear the rams horn its the fucking ending
Im a vampire, I love the setting of sun
The night my time killing already begun
Im from the same place Anton Lavey is from
Im about to put the biscuit right to my head and be done

[Chorus: Demoz]
This Percodan got me feeling like a brick wall
With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
Fuck a quarterback, bullets get you picked off
Critics get pissed on when Im pissed off

This Percodan got me feeling like a brick wall
With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal
Fuck a quarterback, bullets get you picked off
Critics get pissed on when Im pissed off

[Verse 2: Demoz]
1978 my mom had a date
84 had me, had a hard time great
Mom wasnt weak, I guess my dad wasnt fake
But guessing only led to one thing, my mistakes
Thats why I cut the grass real low, check for snakes
Apply pressure when I need to satisfy my weight
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Selling coke and the diesel
Fiends going crazy putting dope in their needles, its hopeless and evil
You can smoke wet and get smoked with the Eagle
All over nothing, fucking pride and your ego
Spit all facts, I aint gotta mislead you
Talk shit wherever you stand, thats where I leave you
Believe me, I can get you killed real easy
Leave the scene but the ho wont leave me
Tackle the dress er, bitch try to tease me
I put a hole in her head right where her weave be, believe me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
Im the bomb attached to the chest of exploding martyrs, code of honours
Shoot me out your M16, deliver souls beyond the world
To conquer planets and enslave entire populations
Colosseums where [? ] supply the operation
Gladiators battle on the side of sovereign nations
Fathers of confrontation, Lamas to pop your face in
Blinded by lies and hatred, they conjure up abomination
Armies march across the continents honouring Satan
The final countdown, 2012
Jumping out the Black Hawk with the black Eagle by the money belt
I take you from the edges of space to the projects
From the pyramids to Giza to where God sits, we monstrous
Im conscious homie, Im wide-awake
I supply the hate, La Coka Nostra
The skull and guns, I supply the weight
How many bricks you want? Let me see your money first
As a matter of fact Im taking your money you fucking herb
Fuck outta here, Billy Idol, La Coka Nostradamus

[Chorus]