Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood on My Hands, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song The Pain Collector, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Blood on My Hands |
Ya’ll ain’t about nothin', I’m bustin' a hundred rounds at you |
I’m Pack Pistol Pazzy, I’m poppin' like 40 rounds at you |
This bulldog barks and it mean that I’m sickin' hounds on you |
We puff a pound or a two, Pazienza just insurmountable |
The Goma-2 raw, and the substance wasn’t compoundable |
It’s bodies everywhere and they try to hold me accountable |
The Burberry bag is boujee and booty bountiful |
The bankroll blickie, the name’s ain’t even pronounceable |
It ain’t an ounce of you that could fathom havin' |
The weaponry is wonder it’s numbers ain’t even calculable |
I stomp you out and pull the Beretta, money, it’s marvelous |
The gladiator war, fight with Gannicus, this is Spartacus! |
The seventy disciples of Judaizers is the Barnabas |
A reconstruction of the Acropolis Pagus pardon us |
The deeper the abyss is the deeper into the Tartarus |
The AK diesel the drum is a hippopotamus |
He a dead man walkin' - that’s a body! |
Get his head popped talkin' - that’s a body! |
This a hundred round drum — that’s a body! |
Where we from? |
That’s the slum — that’s a body! |
He a dead man walkin' - that’s a body! |
Get his head popped talkin' - that’s a body! |
This a hundred round drum — that’s a body! |
(ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) |
Where we from? |
That’s the slum — that’s a body! |
Yeah, y’all still about nothing, I’m choppin' you with a tomahawk |
Allah hates a coward, you do a lot of vagina talk |
It’s «as-salamu alaykum», I greet him with lots of Gaza talk |
Headshot medulla oblongata on a plaza walk |
I caught too many homi’s, now it’s time for me to find a morgue |
Go here a rhymer dawg, it’s another vagina monologue |
I’ll take you to a digital death, the place with no analog |
I have your bones shakin', I break 'em like marijuana laws |
There ain’t no other boss that’s as ill as me, son, it’s lunacy |
The leftist ideology is killin' the black community |
You need a couple bodies, just give me the opportunity |
You milli mild muhfuckers is makin' buffoonery |
It ain’t no unity, ain’t no talkin' it out, it’s hammer time |
I’m movin', B, but I don’t be talkin', I’m like a pantomime |
And I don’t think that bein' a pussy should be romanticized |
I run with motherfuckers that’s diddy-boppin' and vandalize |
He a dead man walkin' - that’s a body! |
Get his head popped talkin' - that’s a body! |
This a hundred round drum — that’s a body! |
Where we from? |
That’s the slum — that’s a body! |
He a dead man walkin' - that’s a body! |
Get his head popped talkin' - that’s a body! |
This a hundred round drum — that’s a body! |
(ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) |
Where we from? |
That’s the slum — that’s a body! |