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I'm a hawk, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the victim
With the bitch-ass styles I hit you Deacon

Jones house, cough without the
I rolled ya up and smoked you bones
Split the seed and you like clones
start-me-up, 'cause I'm not the Rolling Stones

But I get stoned with a little help my friends
the gubla, then I passed it round back to me again
I can make you like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I the gatt up his anus

Hear me grrra, howl
I got the night vision just like the old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya, homes I'll wet ya
Bury them bones my home and

the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's for action
the hammer
Cock the hammer, time for action

Take my weapon, step into a whole new
And step as I take up the helm
On the ship I'm steerin'
Jump into gear and realize what you're hearin'

The soundin'
That's my surroundin'
As my comes pounding
the captain, Afro-America
Whole lotta with the loc'ed out Latin

Bust
You're a red beard a musket
Better duck quick 'cause ya might get
Your gatt rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look boy as I rush it

Yes, I that you can't withstand it
Watch that ass punk I'll brand it
a steel-toe, how you feel now
When my stuck in that ass like a dildo

Cry on a pillow, that's willow
The got the skill for the static like Brillo

Hmmm, what you talkin' `bout
Gimme room as I light up the
Cock the hammer, wave the banner
Ever heard a glock go like a camera?

Cock the
the hammer, it's time for action
Cock the
Cock the hammer, time for action

the hammer
Cock the hammer, it's time for
Cock the
Cock the hammer, it's for action