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Hell's Henchman
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hell's Henchman은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2018년 6월 22일일에 Enemy Soil에서 발매되었습니다.The Bridge and the Abyss
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발매일2018년 6월 22일
라벨Enemy Soil
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM84

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Jedi Mind Tricks
Jedi Mind Tricks
Vinnie Paz
Vinnie Paz
Aaron Hiltz
Aaron Hiltz
플루트
Craig Lanciani
Craig Lanciani
악기 편성
Ish Quintero
Ish Quintero
기타
작곡 및 작사
Kevin Baldwin
Kevin Baldwin
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jedi Mind Tricks
Jedi Mind Tricks
프로듀서
Stoupe
Stoupe
프로듀서

가사

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!
Written by: Kevin Baldwin
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