- Jedi Mind Tricks hells henchman 歌詞
- Jedi Mind Tricks
- (Intro: Vinnie Paz)
Yeah
One, two, pack pistol Pazienza
Yo, Stoupe, yeah yeah this ****s crazy
Yeah
(Chorus)
He aint gonna act right
He aint got a one two
Murder, murder gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves round here
Sniff OCs and **** ds round here
(Verse 1: Vinnie Paz)
Its no honor amongst thieves
You shouldve knew he was foul
Aint no beating me you dummies shouldve 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 mother****ers wrestling with fraud
Recording in the bedroom the best you can afford
Theres sneaker boxes but there aint 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
(Chorus)
He aint gonna act right
He aint got a one two
Murder, murder gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves round here
Sniff ocs and **** ds round here
He aint gonna act right
He aint got a one two
Murder, murder gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cut coke and sell jums round here
We push **** and tote guns round here
(Verse 2: Vinnie Paz)
I aint ****ing with you money Im just grinding through the gristle
I kept my eyes peeled because Im riding with a whistle
Fiocchi hollow points, they just colliding with the tissue
The makti and Gaadafi were providing me with missiles
This dirty mother** **er always cooking me the pies
The same mother****er couldnt look me in the eyes
I know the ****ing Ds gonna book me if he dies
His head got popped boy, you shouldnt 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 mother**** ers like a boomerang
They knock me on some stupid **** and have me doing two in chains
Did a lot of talking when the powder on his man
Theres burn marks and gunpowder on my hand
What type of **** is that? Thats the move a sucker make
You dont wanna scrap Ill take you out like its a ****in date
(Chorus)
He aint gonna act right
He aint got a one two
Murder, murder gunplay
All these killers hunt you
No honor amongst thieves round here
Sniff ocs and **** ds round here
He aint gonna act right
He aint got a one two
Murder, murder gunplay
All these killers hunt you
We cut coke and sell jums round here
We push **** and tote guns round here
(Outro: Vinnie Paz)
Yeah, pack pistol Pazzy
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