Hill Cypress Cock The Hammer Lyrics

Cock The Hammer Lyrics

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