Hell's Henchman - Jedi Mind Tricks

Yeah

One, two, pack pistol Pazienza

Yo, Stoupe, yeah yeah this shit’s crazy

Yeah

He ain’t gonna act right

He ain’t got a 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 should’ve knew he was foul

Ain’t no beating me you dummies should’ve threw in the towel

And if I owe you, Vinnie threw in the vow

And these pistols gonna blow like we do in the trap

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 questioning the lord

You backwards motherfuckers wrestling with fraud

Recording in the bedroom the best you can afford

There’s sneaker boxes but there ain’t no shoes up in the box

The rap Paul Bunyan, Vinnie moving with an ox

Pistolero Pazzy gonna be shooting at an ock

The 50 cal Barret lift a loser out his socks

He ain’t gonna act right

He ain’t got a 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 gonna act right

He ain’t got a one two

Murder, murder gunplay

All these killers hunt you

We cut coke and sell jums round here

We push dope and tote guns round here

I ain’t fucking with you money I’m just grinding through the gristle

I kept my eyes peeled because I’m riding with a whistle

Fiocchi hollow points, they just colliding with the tissue

The makti and Gaadafi were providing me with missiles

This dirty motherfucker always cooking me the pies

The same motherfucker couldn’t look me in the eyes

I know the fucking D’s gonna book me if he dies

His head got popped boy, you shouldn’t be surprised

You got shooters?

I got shooters, we can do the thing

Once they see the guns they gonna be talking like they Pootie Tang

Bullets coming back at motherfuckers like a boomerang

They knock me on some stupid shit and have me doing two in chains

Did a lot of talking when the powder on his man

There’s burn marks and gunpowder on my hand

What type of shit is that?

That’s the move a sucker make

You don’t wanna scrap I’ll take you out like it’s a fuckin' date

He ain’t gonna act right

He ain’t got a 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 gonna act right

He ain’t got a one two

Murder, murder gunplay

All these killers hunt you

We cut coke and sell jums round here

We push dope and tote guns round here

Yeah, pack pistol Pazzy