Texty:
Hammer Attack

Whats the point in faith when you've got no fuckin hope i don't need false idols to help me fuckin cope time to start thinking straight, no prayers

This is the sudden moment when friendship turns to hate fuck, i need to start thinking straight

I don't know what the fuck to do with this life i can't endure your voice, your face, the way you live, can't take this anymore it's not the same

hustlers But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk Don't let shit slide, 'cause beef don't walk We attack hoes, fuck a nigga with whack flows

awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer

With his wifey holdin' hands, so we followed 'em Into this little alleyway into the flats And when we thought the time was perfect We crept up and we attacked

worthless Like a pair of Diadora's when it leaves the Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh

Stunned numbness Shane stand strongest Things gone wrong and still drills the conquest Mad from brain cell like bong hits Thor's war hammer, I Donkey

say So ridiculous and so absurd I was almost at a loss for words, then I started to serve Off the line of the Enemy's mind Back in 2005 droppin hammers