Besedila:
Razor Iron Hammer

You made the trip to catch the band We better do the best we can We're glad you came to trash and see Our raw attack of pure energy Iron Hammer, in your

't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa If I could just reach my hammer He bust

gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots Razor on the plate

equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades

Power and mayhem, the onslaught begins Fist rises up to the sound We tear up the stage with our violence and speed And bring the Iron Hammer down Deadly

siege, the dreaded Imperial War-Leopards straining noisily against their iron-link leashes to the rear of the cohorts of conscripts and auxiliaries. The pitiless Iron

shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron

like a bitch violent sprays, leave my opponents in states of silent praise trapped inside the tyrants maze, fire will fry ya' in my iron cage my violent

shrooms yo Let my niggas live We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves Let my niggas live We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron