(Hook)

I'm gettin' drunk, Hammertime

What you say, punk? Hammertime

This one is yours, that one is mine

Raise it up, Hammertime

Hammertime, Hammertime, Hammertime, Hammertime

That one is yours, that one is mine

(Verse 1: Yelawolf)

Pull me over cause I'm fallin’ over, throwin' up

Runnin’ over rappers, drunk – “Hello, Mama - How was church?”

Another Sunday and I'm wakin’ up

Feelin’ like I ate a bowl of shit for dessert

For the first day of Christmas I want bud

Second day of Christmas I want Jack

Me and Santa Claus gonna crawl through the city in the Chevy

Throwin’ rocks at your front door, now

Shady Records, buddy, you don’t wanna war with that

You feelin’ real good cause I’m feelin’ laid back

But if I wanna run around the wanna circle with the chopper

So I can slow your roll, then I’ll do it in fact

And I’ll run around your all-black Maybach

With a can of white paint like I came from the top

When the CD drops if you wanna tell your mama

That you wanna come play like you came from the sty

I'm right on time, don't change the clock

With the prime of the rhyme - aim and cock

And the game's on lock, got the game in the box

Toys 'R U, we got "Us" on lock

Better push a mop, better find a job

Call the cops, find a dog

Cause if I make a call, then the people who care about you

Will never, ever, ever, ever find you at all

Aw naw! hell naw! I done up and done it

Football hundred, Crimson Tide, hand me a hundred

Yelawolf's raw, yeah he's done it

But I can't afford to lose this gold

It’d be like drivin’ a Ford to the show

I’d rather walk and get my Chevy towed

To the front door of the bar, I stroll!

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Rittz)

Hammertime, a Jack Daniels is an old friend of mine

I bought my lady friend a gin and lime

I’ve got my hand on her panty line

We took a pill so the feeling gets simplified

I snort a Zanny line and feel the drainers drip

Hard liquor when I’m sippin’, we don't baby sit

Drunk, spittin’ like an infant on a baby’s bib

I could get hit by a freight train and live

But chicks, I’mma go hammer - I'mma go slam her

Try the Crown Royal with a little Goldschläger

Dude wanna go run us, mouth full of shit

I'mma bust him in the head with his SoCo bottle

He gon' need some cold water and a pack of ice

I ain't no role model, got a bag of white

We bout to chop it out, we hoppin’ out

That’s somethin’ old school, drivin’ drunk, fuck the flashin’ lights

We go HAM!

(Hook)