Vinnie Paz, ILL BILL, Demoz - Brick Wall lyrics

Yeah! Maserati! Vin Laden!

This is Taliban rap, I'm a fuckin' 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 dago 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 hardbody, lord
I'm a fucking legend
I don't get my hands dirty
That's for fuckin' henchmen
I'm the equivalent of Russian Roulette
Fuckin' tension
And when you hear the ram's
Horn it's the fuckin' endin'


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 'bout 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 Perc 10 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 all 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
Sellin' coke and the diesel
Fiends going crazy putting dope
In they 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, nigga!
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 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

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
Llamas to pop your face in
Blinded by lies and hatred
They conjure up abomination
Armies march across the
Continents honorin' Satan
The final countdown, twenty twelve
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 sit's
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
Matta fact, I'm takin' 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 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