Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell's Henchman, artist - Jedi Mind Tricks. Album song The Bridge and the Abyss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Hell's Henchman |
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 |