Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gesundheit, artist - Spose. Album song Why Am I So Happy?, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank Entertainment
Song language: English
Gesundheit |
Smashed in the emergency room |
Screaming like a woman giving birth from her womb |
Feeling like he’d fallen to the earth from the moon |
What a turbulent gloom, he got shot in the chest |
Two bullets ripped the flesh, the blood soaked the car, hard |
Old lady snubnose, opposite a aardvark |
He was holding a cold Miller like Bode |
Then two shots to the heart, double Bon Jovi |
Now he’s thinking like a record while the nurse applying pressure |
Freaking on a stretcher, definitely gonna die |
He had just pulled a knife on his wife in the night |
Old lady pops up, pow, pow, surprise |
They used to beat their son right in front of their mama |
His name wasn’t Chris, left her looking Rihanna |
Three days a week, maybe four if the Pats lost |
Isaac wishing he could move to his dad’s spot |
But tonight was different |
Stepdad collapsed backwards, smashed the dishes |
Blood puddles, linoleum in the kitchen |
While the old lady disappeared, efficient |
Like an assassin, in and out, the hit impeccable |
All she left her calling card, it was a stethoscope |
But nobody caught the face on her |
His family screaming like they’re at a Drake concert |
So now it’s looking like ER |
George Clooney tryna do CPR |
As his blood run like DMC |
He’s just reminiscing, had a GMC |
Spent the weekends free |
With Sarah singing CMT |
Before she was his wife, before she feared for her life |
Nancy winked behind the EMT |
Then he flatline died, that’s the E-N-D |
Or is it? |
Three weeks previous |
Sarah’s crying cause her fetus is dying before he ever had a chance |
Took his last breath, little heart in his chest met death before they ever held |
hands |
He’d never grow |
Tadpole to the Leviathan |
Live to learn to try and fail the love to feel to try again |
The nurse is Nancy on the night he died |
The elephant in the room let out a mighty sigh |
But Nancy knew the deal though |
As she put the stethoscope to the earlobes |
Sarah said «It was an accident» |
Nancy rolled her eyes, «Lean back, relax again» |
Sarah’s heart pound, like her second husband right now |
Nancy frowns, saw that Sarah’s head swelled around her hair |
«What happened to your head?» |
Sarah said, «I fell down the stairs» |
But Nancy checked the blood pressure and knew |
That Sarah was a victim of domestic abuse |
Nancy wishes she could teach her man a lesson or two |
So Nancy saw through the lies that she explained |
It was transparent as a dad who had a sex change |
This was kinda like a cry for help |
Her baby just died, she could die herself |
Plus her other son was living in this hell |
He was age twelve, «What's his name?» |
«His name’s Isaac,» tears dripping from his eyelids |
Sitting in the corner playing Angry Birds |
Forgetting angry words he heard in private |
He didn’t sniffle, he just let the tears trickle in silence |
The smile that he wore to school was one of his disguises |
He would soon exit from the cycle of violence |
But that’ll have to wait for the encore |
Tonight, tears shed like where you keep the lawnmower |
Three weeks later |
Nurse Nancy in the '09 Sentra scrubs leather gloves and her dentures |
Got a sticker on the back window, NPR turned up like the bat signal |
Thirty years now, working as a nurse |
So she’s seen it all from the birth to the hearse |
So she lurked with the pistol in the purse |
Always bring the heat into a cold world, what a reverse |
Too many women battered and beaten and bruised |
Bleeping and bleeding, got the blues cause their husband’s attitude is a heathen |
So she took it in her own hands |
Pop pop, bring a groan out the grown man |
She kept the heater, that’s a nine-millimeter |
She had caught more bodies than a male cheerleader |
Every victim was a child abuser or wife beater |
She would heat 'em up and give 'em all a fever (Say ahhh) |
Tonight her victim had a Miller on his breath |
Played a villain, didn’t know the killer on his deck |
He liked to beat his wife in private |
Leave bruises the color of violet in front of her son, Isaac |
Nancy’d seen her at the hospital abused |
She was too afraid to run away, impossible to move |
So Nancy slid up in the room like- |
Stethoscope glinting in the moonlight |
But he hadn’t seen it sparkle yet, the middle of the physical argument |
He had the veins popping out the face, Marlboro red |
Her uniform medical, mask masquerade |
Somersault behind the table like a woman half her age |
Then Nancy popped up |
Told him «Stop,» what? |
Pop pop, gun sound, then he dropped, what now? |
Sarah screamed out into the June night |
And put her hand to her mouth like gesundheit |