Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brick Wall, artist - Vinnie Paz. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brick Wall |
| This is Taliban rap, I’m a fucking bomber |
| My head wrapped like somebody who suffered trauma |
| Musically I’m the embodiment of Jeffrey Dahmer |
| Usually in the environment of marijuana |
| My straight right like Argüello was |
| You a medigon, Vinnie do what a dego does |
| You about to find out what the human tornado does |
| You a bitch, you ain’t even half what you say you was |
| My shit is hard body lord, I’m a fucking legend |
| I don’t get my hands dirty, that’s for fucking henchmen |
| I’m the equivalent of Russian Roulette, fucking tension |
| And when you hear the ram’s horn it’s the fucking ending |
| I’m a vampire, I love the setting of sun |
| The night my time killing already begun |
| I’m from the same place Anton Lavey is from |
| I’m about to put the biscuit right to my head and be done |
| This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall |
| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal |
| Fuck a cornerback, bullets get you picked off |
| Critics get pissed on when I’m 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 I’m pissed off |
| 1978 my mom had a date |
| '84 had me, had a hard time great |
| Mom wasn’t weak, I guess my dad wasn’t fake |
| But guessing only led to one thing, my mistakes |
| That’s why I cut the grass real low, check for snakes |
| Apply pressure when I need to satisfy my weight |
| Selling coke and the diesel |
| Fiends going crazy putting dope in their needles, it’s 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 ain’t gotta mislead you |
| Talk shit wherever you stand, that’s where I leave you |
| Believe me, I can get you killed real easy |
| Leave the scene but the ho won’t leave me |
| Tackle the dresser, bitch try to tease me |
| I put a hole in her head right where her weave be, believe me |
| This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall |
| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal |
| Fuck a cornerback, bullets get you picked off |
| Critics get pissed on when I’m 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 I’m pissed off |
| I’m 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 Hamas 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 |
| I’m conscious homie, I’m 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 I’m taking your money you fucking herb |
| Fuck outta here, Billy Idol, La Coka Nostradamus |
| This Perc 10 got me feeling like a brick wall |
| With that said I give a fuck about a withdrawal |
| Fuck a cornerback, bullets get you picked off |
| Critics get pissed on when I’m 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 I’m pissed off |