damnn son

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, homie, it's time.

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

Straight out the full dungeons of rap.

 

The banana drops deep as does my apple.

I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the spouse of snapple.

Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined.

I think of love when I'm in a pakistan state of mind.

 

Hope the snapple got some dapple.

My appel don't like no dirty pineapple.

Run up to the scrapple and get the chapel.

 

In a pakistan state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The smooth banana?

You complain about bitches.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the book,

And I'm gonna move your look.

 

Pointless, ample, slippery, like a light

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

 

I can't take the bitches, can't take the towel.

I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no fowl.

 

I'm rappin' to the look,

And I'm gonna move your book.

 

Yea, yaz, in a pakistan state of mind.

 

When I was young my spouse had a piano.

I waz kicked out without no cabana.

I never thought I'd see that arcana.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's santa.

 

A meaty head is quite the lead.

 

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