Ab The Audicrat & Xkwisit - The Hammer

This is just the beginning, I'm winning til the end
Come along for the ride, tell ya siblings and ya friends
I used to wild out couldn't collect my thoughts
Now I’m reflecting life sitting on a bench
Beats slap, boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
Beats slap, boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
Young buck, I will plow ya gramma
Where she at? Out in Alabama
Colorado At the Mountain Jam
Catch me sober this summer
Fresh out the slammer
In action like a wild commander
I don’t slither with snakes or salamanders
Hey yo, I doubt the slander
Don't believe the propaganda
Pop banana clips
Pick up Timothy's tape and go rock with anarchists
Coronavirus got crack fiends sucking dick for sandwiches
Won't fit you in the ER for just stitches and bandages
Yeah, middle finger up flicking the cameras
Flipping the bird
Ya bitch clique is absurd
Flipping the bird, ya bitch clique is absurd
Flipping the bird, ya bitch clique is absurd
This is just the beginning, I'm winning til the end
Come along for the ride, tell ya siblings and ya friends
I used to wild out couldn't collect my thoughts
Now I’m reflecting life sitting on a bench
Beats slap, boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
Beats slap, boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
High and mighty on my high horse, god sent
White man do the knowledge and the power of the five percent
Snatching wack rappers mics at the live event
Is that you pussy? I enjoy vagina’s scent
Another day another dollar getting bread is how my time is spent
Warped view askew, mind is bent
Abused from the violence
Started rapping during practice
fuck sports I used to ride the bench
Last album budget sales zero minus ten
Fuck it time to try again
Tiny Tim never ran never will
Stamina getting better with every kill
Meticulous skill
Ridiculous like Al Capone dying of syphilis
I'm sick of this
Metaphorically chill
I been historically ill, tryna get a quarter mill
Just gripping cordless steel
Henry Ford with the automobile
Never sugar coated or Frosting filled
My skunky weed is smelling bad kid
The funk louder than Griselda ad lib’s
This is just the beginning, I'm winning til the end
Come along for the ride, tell ya siblings and ya friends
I used to wild out couldn't collect my thoughts
Now I’m reflecting life sitting on a bench
Beats slap, boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
Beats slap, boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
BLAOW! With the hammer
Last standing from a crash landing
Get your head bashed on a cast railing
Ash from the flash branding
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh. Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Am I white trash? With a thin mustache
Like a muskrat
Ding ding ding what do I win a fucking bus pass
You win nothing
I ain't bring in enough cash
Let me borrow a token, what the hell are you smoking
I know it ain’t a Marlboro you joking
Hands up in the back
Hands, hands up in the back
Hands up in the front
Hands, hands up in the front
Put your hands up in the front if you're not a cunt
Put your hands up in the front if you’re not a cunt
Put your hands up in the front if you’re not a cunt
Put your hands up in the back if you’re not whack
Put your hands up in the back if you’re not whack
Word up word up
Hands up in the front if you’re not a cunt
Hands up in the back if you’re not whack
Hands up in the back if you’re not whack
Beats slap, boom bap, drums clap
Don't get slapped with the hammer
With the hammer

Written by:
Tim Sullivan

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