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

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

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

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

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

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

The cannon's
That's my surroundin'
As my crew pounding
the captain, Afro-America
Whole lotta gattin' with the out Latin

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

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

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

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

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

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