Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nosebleed, artist - Vinnie Paz. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nosebleed |
| Ruin your idol, I’m glued to the Bible and my rifle |
| Losing your title, instead of shooting, you’re suing for libel |
| Everybody hate me cause I stay true to the facts |
| The Ku Klux Klan hate me more than Jews and blacks |
| Yeah, you over for certain, you can pray to whoever |
| Jehovah, Buddha, Allah, Jesus, Mother Mary the Virgin |
| Is it the violence that the TV taught us? |
| I grew up worshipping Charles Bronson |
| John Rambo and Chuck Norris |
| Pazienza the Pazmanian Damien, rapping the pain he in |
| Cracking your cranium, I’m macking Mahogany at the Palladium |
| I’m Bruce Leroy, you Eddie Arkadian |
| I got the gat and the black and the Arabian |
| I’m waterboarding like Dick Cheney |
| And heyo, back at the first day of my birth |
| The moment I was born I was condemned by the Catholic Church |
| Warsaw, battling the streets we inhabited |
| I’m sugar like Ray Robinson, you ain’t even saccharine |
| Leaving you staggering, making an impact |
| New York, we created this rap |
| This a blatant attack, East Coast we taking it back |
| Come on! |
| Life is love, death, pain |
| Nothing ain’t left, ain’t nothing to gain |
| Life is love, death, pain |
| Nothing ain’t left, ain’t nothing to gain |
| I’m letting these motherfuckers live, it was truly compassion |
| I’m brutally bashing cause I’m steadily losing my passion |
| Tell Louie to stab them |
| Or to shoot them with two different Magnums |
| I’m usually packing, carry hawks like I’m Julian Jackson |
| I’ll rob 'em for Gucci, I’m a thief, these are Lucifer’s actions |
| I’m a provider, I’m a messiah, Jesus is assassin |
| I don’t think it’s anybody living that truly could match them |
| I slaughter Buddha through the computer, Medusa’s companion |
| A lot of rappers wanna beef with the lion |
| Ain’t too many people that’s as fucking lethal as I am |
| I feast them and fry them, Vinnie so at peace with the violence |
| I exercise absolute power, peace to the tyrants |
| I’m old school like quarter waters and eating in silence |
| You new school like faggot rappers competing for prizes |
| I’mma send you to the afterlife, speak to Osiris |
| And when he ask you why you there tell him the lethalest virus |
| Yeah! |