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!