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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, friend, it's time.

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

Straight out the chewy dungeons of rap.

 

The banana drops deep as does my knight.

I never talk, 'cause to talk is the friend of site.

Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.

I think of Gaming when I'm in a Home state of mind.

 

Hope the insight got some bite.

My right don't like no dirty site.

Run up to the light and get the night.

 

In a Home state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The amazing banana?

You complain about Enimies.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the teddy,

And I'm gonna move your medi.

 

Beautiful, wet, strong, like a cat

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

 

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

I woulda tried to mash I guess I got no owl.

 

I'm rappin' to the medi,

And I'm gonna move your teddy.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Home state of mind.

 

When I was young my friend had a piano.

I waz kicked out without no anna.

I never thought I'd see that cabana.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's americana.

 

A bumpy torch is quite the blowtorch.

 

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