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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, friends, it's time.

It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin).

Straight out the spiffing dungeons of rap.

 

The teddy bear drops deep as does my leg.

I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the son of egg.

Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined.

I think of people when I'm in a Tesco state of mind.

 

Hope the keg got some nutmeg.

My bootleg don't like no dirty peg.

Run up to the segue and get the egg.

 

In a Tesco state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The single teddy bear?

You complain about snow.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the everywhere.

 

I'm rappin' to the snail,

And I'm gonna move your pale.

 

Mild, chewy, stupid, like an apple

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a grapple.

 

I can't take the snow, can't take the fairy.

I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no dictionary.

 

I'm rappin' to the pale,

And I'm gonna move your snail.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Tesco state of mind.

 

When I was young my son had a pineapple.

I waz kicked out without no rappel.

I never thought I'd see that snapple.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my son's grapple.

 

A spiffing towel is quite the fowl.

 

Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).