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

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

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

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

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

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

The cannon's
That's my companions
As my crew comes
the captain, Afro-America
Whole lotta gattin' the loc'ed out Latin

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

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

Cry on a pillow, weeper willow
The got the skill for the static like Brillo

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

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

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