[Intro: Mr. Lawnge]
Yo! This is a crazy shout out to that n***a MC Hammer
We all know he went out and got a new style
So we went out and got him a new a**hole, you know what I'm saying?
Cause we making examples out of b**h n***as for '94
Word up, Black Sheep ain't hearing it no more
[Verse 1: Mr. Lawnge]
Now listen Hammer, I could slam ya with grammar you bama
Diss you on camera, but then again goddamn I'd be
Committing a crime and also wasting my time
Yo that sh** would be worse than trying to battle rhyme a pantomime
You can't say sh** but dance and look like a dick
Save it for your hair cause your rhymes ain't slick, b**h
Come on now clown, you ain't down
If we were having s** in a circle, you still couldn't f** around
You got some sh** on your chest, what are you, nuts?
Or could it be that you've been eating too many chicken bu*ts?
You popcorn a** rapper, oh, exqueeze me
You admitted you couldn't rhyme when you dropped the MC
Off your name, I laughed at your fame the minute you came
And now you're like your racehorse, dead last, you're mad lame
But now I got you like Wanda, I rock your world
And have you pulling on my nuts like a f**ing squirrel
Begging me please, Lawnge stop tandering
But it's too late, goddamn I can't stand you man
That's why I'm up in your a** like a parasite
For me to battle you, that's like you in the Tyson fight
No wins, you know you have no friends
Because the mic separates the boys from the mens, Hammer
Have arrangements made, man eject respect
I put your name down, f** card, I pulled your deck
Like Wu-Tang said, you'd best protect your neck
Or get wrecked, and you can bet your endorsement check
So reneg n***a, you'd better repent
And yo you couldn't look hard if Karl Kani gave you cement
Instead of his clothes to rock in your videos
n***a you couldn't beat your dick as far as beef goes
Hammer, you say you're coming from Oaktown and that's fine
So n***a take your a** back like your hairline
In any battle you don't want to get stuck with me
If I was your dick you still couldn't f** with me, b**h
[Verse 2: Dres]
No Stanley, no Stanley
I don't give a f** who you are or who your man be
Huh, I'll snatch your capital without a 357, dig
No cla** n***a, I'll kick your a** for two bit
What are you stupid, troopid, couldn't be you if this was Balley
n***a, I'll park you quick and faster than your valet
Hurt me, Stanley? You'd better hope for better days
Chasing my balls like I was the f**ing Oakland A's
n***a quit like your staff or feel the wrath
Your punk a** couldn't bust a bubble in a bath
Huh, I get this right, now you's a racketeer?
But n***a you've been ??? you ain't a mackateer
Ha, ho, no flow, so n***a won't you quit
Shoot h**n on the toilet and still not drop dope sh**
Huh, it's all deception, I got your number mister
You bought helicopters for the cops and tried to play my sister
Ass out, your style is about as fly as Piedmont
And yo stop claiming Oakland when you're stroking 'em from Friedmont
In the dictionary under "sellout" that's where you'll be
So roll with Audi for a f**ing catastrophe
You teenie weenie wearing geanie to bikini
Couldn't see me if gazelles came in motherf**ing 3-D
This is for the Hammer, you bama
I'll bust your a** in Alabama, Savanna, Montana, Havana
Goddamn, my often Lifestyles f** you
I bust you keep the pistol cause no one would f**ing miss you
You s**! I don't give a f** who does or writes the track
Whoever cameos, it's Hammer, it's all wack