C*** the Hammer
Album: Black Sunday
Release Date: 7/20/93
Label: Ruffhouse/Columbia
Explicit version of "C*** the Hammer" lyrics
I'm a chicken hawk
Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin'
Speakin' to the punk-ass victim
With the b****-ass styles I hit you like Deacon
Jones house
I rolled ya up and smoked you like bones
Split the seed and grow you like clones
Don't start-me-up
But I get stoned with a little help from my friends
With the gubla
I can make you famous like Amos
Same as the last punk
Hear me growl grrra
I got the night vision just like the wise old owl
I'm comin' ta fetch ya
Bury them bones under my home and
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
Take my weapon
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 soundin'
That's my companions surroundin'
As my crew comes pounding
It's the captain
Whole lotta gattin' with the loc'ed out Latin
Bust that
You're a red beard with a musket
Better duck quick 'cause ya might get dusted
Your gatt looks rusted
Oh look away
Yes
Watch that ass 'cause punk I'll brand it
With a steel-toe
When my boot stuck in that ass like a dildo
Cry on a pillow
The Hill got the skill for the static like Brillo
Hmmm
Gimme room as I light up the boom
C*** the hammer
Ever heard a glock go click like a camera?
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
C*** the hammer
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