Brick Wall Songtext / Lyric

(*Prod. by C-Lance)

[** feat. Ill Bill and Demoz:]

[Verse 1: ~Vinnie Paz~]

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 Arguello 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

[Chorus: ~Demoz~]

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

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

[Verse 2: ~Demoz~]

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

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3: ~I'll Bill~]

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

[Repeat Chorus:]