Head Like A Brick

[Verse 1: The False Prophet]
Get your [?] signors and meet me, I'm hopeless
Walk on the wildflower till it makes us chill
You bring the skanks, I'll bring the prophylactics
And my black girls as I show her my tactics
Pants pull down and the legs and the air
I see nothing but pink and hair
South beat down with Johnny rolling by
Hitting in my mix, cooking up some hair pie
East Side [?] town is where I from
Break out the sack in the quarter we involved
Find the nearest club and go talk some shit
And If I'm 'bout to fuck with you, tell him suck my dick

[Chorus: Black Bart]
I got a head like a brick, she can say I'm sick
(x3)
I got a head like a brick, she can suck my dick

[Verse 2: Black Bart]
Follow me into these insane streets
Pumping in my trunk on the Hellmaster beats
Murderous mayhem, agony of death
Demons calling God as I await your last breath
The Prophet of Death has got my bat
And my psychotic is ready for test
Step, back step, up, bitch, you know you don't run
The one that's gonna pay for all the evil that you done?
One man stands alone furious
Hmmm, maybe curious
Mixed up is nowhere did not belong
He gets going as I said

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Greg Files]
[?] doggy shit is not coming fit
[?] nine, my head is like a brick
My switchblade reach through your arms and your legs
I'll free your mind, American Express
The False Prophet, represent the disk
With me and Bart is like The Exorcist
Riding in the East, setting in the North
Like Darth Vader, I'm coming with force
Drunken taxi driver, your neck I desire
Creeping motherfucker like a damn vampire
So [?] beat don't count your sheet
Me, Bart and F from the diggi-diggi-diggity

[Verse 4: The False Prophet]
Punks can't fuck around with the Prophet
Reach it to your head with ya eye, just suck it
And feed that shit to my Rottweiler Homes
And oh, I grew up in a Weiler Homes
Huh, will you don't get no sleep?
In the shadow of death follows you as you creep
But that's I, 'cuz I shall overcome
With the bat in my head, and I'm screaming 'Red Rum'
Pentacles, black lights, black sheets and ghettos
Skulls and dead body parts on the mantels
And that's the little freaks of black lipstick
With black fingernails, come and play with my dipstick

[Chorus X2]

Head like a brick
Head like a brick
Head like a brick
Head like a brick