Jedi Mind Tricks - Hell’s Henchman lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks - Hell’s Henchman lyrics]
Yeah one-two, Pack Pistol Pazienza
Yo, Stoupe, yeah, yeah, this shit crazy, pal
Yeah
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's 'round here
It's no honor amongst thieves
You shoulda knew he was foul
Ain't no beatin' me
You dummies shoulda threw in the towel
(White flag) and it's I owe you
Vinnie threw in the vowel
And these pistols gon' blow like
We do in the trial listen, I saw son name
Scribbled on the document
Disembodied Nephilim, aboriginal occupant
The witchcraft watches an
Indivisible monument
Nebuchadnezzar, the prophetic vision
Of Solomon a real thin line between the
Wesson and the sword
Pistol Gang Pazzy have you
Questionin' the Lord
You backwards muhfuckas wrestlin' with Thor
Recordin' in the bedroom the
Best you could afford
(Best you could afford)
It's sneaker boxes but it ain't no
Shoes up in the box
The rap Paul Bunyan, Vinnie movin' with a ox
Pistolero Pazzy gon' be shootin' at a opp
(ta ta ta ta ta ta)
The 50 Cal Barret lift a loser out his socks
Yeah!
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's round here
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cook coke and sell jums 'round here
We push dope and tote guns 'round here
(yeah)
I ain't fuckin' witchu, money
I'm just grindin' through the gristle
I kept my eyes peeled because
I'm ridin' wit' a whistle
(tu tu tu tu tu tu) fiocchi hollow points
They just collidin' with the tissue
The Mahdi and Gaddafi were
Providin' me with missiles
This dirty muhfucka always cooking
Me the pies the same muhfucka couldn't look
Me in the eyes
I know the fuckin' D's gon'
Book me if he dies his head got popped, pa
You shouldn't be surprised
(ta ta ta ta ta ta)
You got shooters? I got shooters
We can do the thang
Once they see the guns they gon'
Be talkin' like they Pootie Tang
Bullets comin' back at muhfuckas
Like a boomerang
They knock me on some stupid shit and
Have me doin' two and change
Did a lotta talkin' when the
Powder on his man it's burn marks and it's
Gunpowder on my hand
What type of shit is that? That's
The move a sucka make
You don't wanna scrap
I'll take you out like it's a fuckin' date
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you (Toma)
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's 'round here
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
(Jedi Mind, steadily shine)
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cook coke and sell jums 'round here
We push dope and tote guns 'round here yeah
Pack Pistol Pazzy!
Yo, Stoupe, yeah, yeah, this shit crazy, pal
Yeah
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's 'round here
It's no honor amongst thieves
You shoulda knew he was foul
Ain't no beatin' me
You dummies shoulda threw in the towel
(White flag) and it's I owe you
Vinnie threw in the vowel
And these pistols gon' blow like
We do in the trial listen, I saw son name
Scribbled on the document
Disembodied Nephilim, aboriginal occupant
The witchcraft watches an
Indivisible monument
Nebuchadnezzar, the prophetic vision
Of Solomon a real thin line between the
Wesson and the sword
Pistol Gang Pazzy have you
Questionin' the Lord
You backwards muhfuckas wrestlin' with Thor
Recordin' in the bedroom the
Best you could afford
(Best you could afford)
It's sneaker boxes but it ain't no
Shoes up in the box
The rap Paul Bunyan, Vinnie movin' with a ox
Pistolero Pazzy gon' be shootin' at a opp
(ta ta ta ta ta ta)
The 50 Cal Barret lift a loser out his socks
Yeah!
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's round here
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cook coke and sell jums 'round here
We push dope and tote guns 'round here
(yeah)
I ain't fuckin' witchu, money
I'm just grindin' through the gristle
I kept my eyes peeled because
I'm ridin' wit' a whistle
(tu tu tu tu tu tu) fiocchi hollow points
They just collidin' with the tissue
The Mahdi and Gaddafi were
Providin' me with missiles
This dirty muhfucka always cooking
Me the pies the same muhfucka couldn't look
Me in the eyes
I know the fuckin' D's gon'
Book me if he dies his head got popped, pa
You shouldn't be surprised
(ta ta ta ta ta ta)
You got shooters? I got shooters
We can do the thang
Once they see the guns they gon'
Be talkin' like they Pootie Tang
Bullets comin' back at muhfuckas
Like a boomerang
They knock me on some stupid shit and
Have me doin' two and change
Did a lotta talkin' when the
Powder on his man it's burn marks and it's
Gunpowder on my hand
What type of shit is that? That's
The move a sucka make
You don't wanna scrap
I'll take you out like it's a fuckin' date
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you (Toma)
No honor amongst thieves 'round here
Sniff OC's and dope D's 'round here
He ain't gotta act right
He ain't gotta one-two
(Jedi Mind, steadily shine)
Murder, murder, gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cook coke and sell jums 'round here
We push dope and tote guns 'round here yeah
Pack Pistol Pazzy!