Jedi Mind Tricks — Hell’s Henchman

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah One-two, Pack Pistol Pazienza Yo, Stoupe, yeah, yeah, this shit crazy, pal Yeah [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] 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! [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] 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 Fiocchi hollow points, they just collidin' with the tissue The Makti 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 [Chorus: (Vinnie Paz)] 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 [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah Pack Pistol Pazzy!