On a chicken-hunt, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
With the b****-a** styles I hit you like Deacon
Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again
I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his a***
Hear me growl, howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah home direct ya
Bury them bones
Under my home and
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Droppin' the geran
Just realize what you're hearin'
The cannon sounded
That's my companion: surrounded
As my crew comes bounding
As the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin
Busted!
You're a red beard with a musket
Better talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
Yes I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that a** cause punk I'll brand it
With a steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that a** like a d****
Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo
Hmmm, what you talkin' 'bout punk
Gimme room as I light up the boom
c*** the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a Glock go 'click' like a camera?
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin'
With the b****-a** styles I hit you like Deacon
Jones house, cough without the bones
I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the (gubla), then I passed it round back to me again
I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk, when I stuck the gatt up his a***
Hear me growl, howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah home direct ya
Bury them bones
Under my home and
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
Take my weapon, step into a whole new realm
And step back, as I take up the helm
On the pirate ship I'm steerin'
Droppin' the geran
Just realize what you're hearin'
The cannon sounded
That's my companion: surrounded
As my crew comes bounding
As the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin
Busted!
You're a red beard with a musket
Better talk quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted, disgusted
Oh look away, look away boy as I rush it
Yes I know that you can't withstand it
Watch that a** cause punk I'll brand it
With a steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that a** like a d****
Cry on a pillow, weeper that's willow
The Hill got the skill for the static like brillo
Hmmm, what you talkin' 'bout punk
Gimme room as I light up the boom
c*** the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a Glock go 'click' like a camera?
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!
c*** the hammer!
c*** the hammer, it's time for action!