Lyric Clock The Hammer

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 bitch-ass 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 anus
Hear me growl: Grrra! 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

Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it s time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock 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 ass cause punk I ll brand it

With a steel-toe, how you feel now
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo
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
Cock the hammer, wave the white banner
Ever heard a Glock go `click like a camera?

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

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