Put Your Hammer Down Funkmaster Flex (Ft. Wu-Tang Clan)

[Hook: Ghostface Killah & (Method Man)]
Lay ya hammer! (Lay ya hammer!)
Lay ya hammer, kid! (Lay ya hammer, kid!)
(They want the drama? Bring it to 'em, fuck it!)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
All rise, meet the preacher
This pro dueler been diagnosed
Diabetic cleptic, I'm your host
Lock the vanilla suede British
Staten Island mall menace
Otherwise, posin' as a dentist in my lenses
Pinball machine gun rap, spoke to Arafat
Laundromat lady can't blow in this hat
What?!

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Is it raw now? Change it around
It's war now, the final countdown commences
The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper
Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature
Pain stings with 'Ma Baker
Twin towerin', I skyscrape ya
Kingdom come, meet your maker

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
Yo! Another sound boy's dyin'
Crowd noise multiplyin'
Don't let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure 'em in like exotic women
I smile with the sinister grin and finish 'em
You're fuckin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back
Ya fraud! Pull the wool off your Hollywood act