Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let The Hammer Go, artist - T-Rock. Album song Unsung, Vol.1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2017
Record label: DJ Central
Song language: English
Let The Hammer Go |
| Energized and crunk for those who testing my path of destruction |
| Gas will be rubbing haters die from spontaneous combustion |
| Conceive a procedure for niggas to bleed from the busting |
| Putting heads on platters slip the heat wit 3 G’s and we bushing |
| Triple X-rated tramps I gotta show reefer for fucking |
| Lead them to sucking with my intimate ego seduction |
| My habitat Atlanta tracks, the seed of corruption |
| Constantly playing and engaging in meaningless fucking |
| Fatal intentions breaking niggas jaws and facial tendons |
| Ballistic verbal and controversial like racial lengents |
| Scandalous traders get erased by a vandalis playa |
| Trample a fakeuh with more game then Los Angeles Raiders |
| I puff an L and get high as hell from the cannabis vapors |
| You can try your crime a million times it won’t manage to fade us |
| A drout is coming so I’m hustling frantic for paper |
| Superior dope and caliber smoke is what vanish invaders |
| For you faggots in the place we gonna bring it to your door |
| When the match is in your face you be clinging to your ho |
| But if the gat is on my waste I’m gonna peel your fucking fro |
| Tell me how the barrel taste when I let the hammer go |
| See the game is cold the strangers bold to make my temperature frigider |
| Ain’t no hide away you can die today my torture distributors |
| And I might resort to violence if my money is miniature |
| Cause of after integers over took by a sinister |
| Attitude smooth but my thoughts are actually brutal |
| Ass kicking for cash missions yo status be crucial |
| Fast thinking on 20's they glisten the matic is useful |
| When the war is in session its doing bastard removal |
| You claim you ironman ryu starter. |
| punk I know some worlds harder |
| Hot as fire and gas leave more casualties than Pearl Harbor |
| Can resort to that everyday I burn a quarter sack when I scorch a track |
| Backs I shatter like a torture rack |
| Mommas cry for what’s dramatized and get murderous |
| Mummified after homicide he’s preservative |
| Why I live according to the God because I’m merciless |
| Walk up to Miami case you bytches wanna burn with us |
| Ever since eleven I pursue it researching for knowledge when I’m clueless |
| Innervision my flicker my shit will blow up like lighter fluid |
| Pussies getting battered morning after my presence scattered |
| Got no time for slitting climbing up the entire ladder |
| My telekinesis crumble compared to this to pieces |
| Haters turn to pieces deleted when called by my Jesus |
| Satan got defeated when hell get it |
| I believe that soldiers who retreated got beheaded not quadriplegic |
| Devouring souls in blunts we keep the booter roll |
| Doing shows selling out coliseums like super bowls |
| My click smoking on toxins and die bitch |
| Forced to kill a doc keep my holiness that’s my sidekick |
| Shit get very hot my scary plot to bury cops |
| Pigs go to smoking big reefer while in the Mariot |
| Since I’m rock solid my Glock cock it the blocks logic |
| Feds infiltrate it watch I cream their ass like hot chocolate |