HOOKED

PRIME (verse)

We're hooked on the woman, hooked on the booze, If ya hooked on the tune, we hooked up the one's and two's //
Without the use of a hand, still got a ton of moves, put ya life on the line if you got nothing to lose //

It's difficult to applaud, if you only have one damn hand, two can play this game, Jean-Claude Van Damme //
Not a fan of the Pan man, more a Toucan Sam fan, Pirates Of Dark Water and the brand new Trans Am //

Work like a captain and play like a pirate, the tyrant, that take hostages and make them compliant //
In comparison to a bunch of kids he's known as a giant, the codfish that'll make ya taste a hook if you defiant //

Have your coordinates locked in, follow the doctrine, the way he talked all shocked 'em, when he walked in //
Have ya put you in a coffin, just for gawking, head lobbing, busted often, caught in the act Dustin Hoff-man //

IRON WIND & PRIME (hook)

We got 'em hooked like a fish outta water,
We got 'em hooked sending them to the locker,
We got 'em hooked from coast to coast,
We got 'em hooked like a blade to the throat //

IRON WIND (verse)

I got em hooked on my style when I'm kicking ​this flow, watching ships explode on into bits after the cannons blow //
It's a war up in here, but iron show no fear, stepping on stage spittin out fire for all you buccaneers //

Boarding your man o war tossing over hooks and grapples, taking no prisoners in this fight no need for chains or shackles //
We pirates son, that get shit done, now pass the rum, and have some fun while the night's still young //

Swinging this machete with my musket at the ready, rocking the boat with tidal waves when the winds get heavy //
Gottem hiding in diving bells trying to catch a breath, cause I'm hungry like a great white with a scent for death //

Keeping it Primal, with a Killa Instinct like Spinal cuttin em up like vynal with a smile like a drunken whino //
Capitan James hook aint got nothing on this cat, eating emcees for dinner like they crocodile snacks //

IRON WIND & PRIME (hook)

We got 'em hooked like a fish outta water,
We got 'em hooked sending them to the locker,
We got 'em hooked from coast to coast,
We got 'em hooked like a blade to the throat /

Ern Dawgy (verse)

Come come come you better run run run
plotting on this heist and sip my rum rum rum//
i aint seen a piece of land in 37 days
cuz you know this pirate jack you 37 ways//

i been traveling, coast to coast, scouting the meridian
looking for my treasure that was hidden in the Caribbean//
i'm hungry and i stink, i put 3 fingers in your pink
where is all the rum gone? i can't even think//

i been shunned by society, everybody wants me
i killed a hundred men but none of them haunt me//
many tried to catch me, the bounty is beautiful
end up in my cell, rip the nails off your cuticle//

who's the real pirate, who's the real deal?
who's gonna join me? who gonna rob and steal?//
from bitches to bridges I got ton of riches
you hooked to this track now flip off the switches//