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

Jones house, cough the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you bones
Split the seed and grow you like
Don't start-me-up, I'm not the Rolling Stones

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

me growl grrra, howl
I got the night just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya, yeah homes wet ya
them bones under my home and

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

Take my weapon, step into a new realm
And step back as I take up the
On the pirate I'm steerin'
Jump into gear and just realize what you're

The soundin'
That's my companions
As my crew comes
It's the captain,
Whole lotta with the loc'ed out Latin

that
You're a red beard with a
Better duck quick ya might get dusted
Your looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look boy as I rush it

Yes, I know that you withstand it
that ass 'cause punk I'll brand it
With a steel-toe, how you now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a

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

Hmmm, you talkin' `bout punk
room as I light up the boom
Cock the hammer, wave the white
Ever heard a glock go click like a

the hammer
Cock the hammer, time for action
Cock the
Cock the hammer, time for action

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