I'm a chicken hawk, huntin' for a chicken
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk-a__ victim
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: Grrra! Howl!
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl

I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Yeah, Homes I'm wit' 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!

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

The cannon's sounded
That's my companions surrounded
As my crew comes pounding
As the captain
Afro-america
Whole lotta gattin'
With the loc'ed out latin

Busted!
Yo, a red beard with a musket
Better duck 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, weeping a__ 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?

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