Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bulletproof, artist - Wax. Album song The Cookout Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: sCRUBLife
Song language: English
Bulletproof |
| Cocaine to the nose, poof |
| Everything that I told, truth |
| Insane to the soul |
| Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth |
| Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof |
| Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof |
| Bulletproof |
| Plus the drugs equals bulletproof |
| My nerves are off |
| Go kick rocks you nerds get lost |
| Disturbed white boys live in suburban lofts |
| Shut the fuck up I’m rapping bitch, no burps and coughs |
| Hardest nigga get murked when this jerk spit off |
| Bitch respect me like Weezy’s dad |
| I get head until her knees get scabbed |
| When I fuck I wear a green ski mask |
| I’m ghetto like quarter water and chitlins |
| Niggas fuck with Benton like watermelon and chicken |
| Blacks deteriorating like spilling water on gremlins |
| Pigs murder children, the bullets rip through his denim |
| Fuck what Tomica said |
| Tryna sweep his legs and beat his head |
| Until he sees star clovers and easter eggs |
| I’m niggerish, I want the Benz, hoes, and the gold chains |
| Shrimp fried rice, egg rolls, and lo mein |
| Paranoid smoker I put the flame to the propane |
| Sniffing Ajax 'cause Wax did all the cocaine |
| Cocaine to the nose, poof |
| Everything that I told, truth |
| Insane to the soul |
| Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth |
| Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof |
| Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof |
| Bulletproof |
| Plus the drugs equals bulletproof |
| Room spinning like a hula hoop |
| Face so goddamn numb I could pull a tooth |
| Every girl that ever loved me left me 'cause I’m uncouth |
| Only hit it doggy style, bitch I think I’m Young Snoop |
| Clouds out the sun roof |
| 151 proof |
| 5150 ask Kimmy if you want proof |
| Sip brown til I piss red and my lung’s black 'cause the blunt’s blue |
| Take a paintbrush, paint a bloodbath |
| It’s a war piece, I’m Sun Tzu |
| Puking out demons why you seeming so squeamish? |
| So much Old English I don’t even know English |
| Got some white girl ain’t like the one I know from England |
| Maybe we could trade fellatio for cunnilingus |
| See the blotter’s in my pocket |
| Molly in the water got your daughter on my cock tip |
| They told me I should stop it but this acid I just dropped it |
| Now I’m 'bout to watch this paint dry and listen to this clock tick |
| Cocaine to the nose, poof |
| Everything that I told, truth |
| Insane to the soul |
| Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth |
| Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof |
| Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof |
| Bulletproof |
| Plus the drugs equals bulletproof |
| Hard living alki |
| I’m Charles frickin' Bukowski’s equal |
| Still the dude like I starred in the Big Lebowski sequel |
| Captain Morgan in the morning poured in a flask |
| A splash of the Florida orange so as if normal had passed |
| Tryna shun me is a whore of a task |
| It’ll happen over my dead body like the coroner’s mask |
| Or the door of my casket |
| You’s an unfortunate bastard |
| Born with no passion |
| Formulaic, forcefully fashioned |
| I write songs like Moses wrote the commandments |
| On the phone or notepad, you see no handprints |
| Sam Kinison of rap, born at the wrong time |
| Should’ve been in metal in the 80s right alongside |
| Groupie chicks, Nikki Sixx |
| Plates full of pixie sticks |
| Whose dirty, filthy, shitty crib is this? |
| I think the address was 666 ways to die |
| Chose 85 now my brain is fried |
| That’s when I put the pen to the pad |
| I’m feeling untouchable at 4 AM in the lab |
| And I ain’t tryna promote this shit |
| Life’s a bitch I’m just tryna cope with it |
| That’s why I wrote this shit |
| Cocaine to the nose, poof |
| Everything that I told, truth |
| Insane to the soul |
| Had a brain full of Old English since I was a frickin' youth |
| Walking 'round the city feeling so aloof |
| Ego plus the drugs equals bulletproof |
| Bulletproof |
| Plus the drugs equals bulletproof |