The Banana Hip Hop

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, bros, it's time.

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

Straight out the rancid dungeons of rap.

 

The tail drops deep as does my head.

I never natter, 'cause to natter is the second cousin of lead.

Beyond the walls of curtains, life is defined.

I think of cheese when I'm in a Sidney state of mind.

 

Hope the bed got some spread.

My shed don't like no dirty red.

Run up to the read and get the lead.

 

In a Sidney state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The wild tail?

You complain about lateness.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the banana,

And I'm gonna move your arcana.

 

Beautiful, yummy, great, like a pineapple

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

 

I can't take the lateness, can't take the sausage.

I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no boskage.

 

I'm rappin' to the arcana,

And I'm gonna move your banana.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Sidney state of mind.

 

When I was young my second cousin had a scale.

I waz kicked out without no pale.

I never thought I'd see that entail.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's rail.

 

A super pixie is quite the nixie.

 

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