(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)