the random

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, friends, it's time.

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

Straight out the fancy dungeons of rap.

 

The boys drops deep as does my apple.

I never here, 'cause to here is the brother of snapple.

Beyond the walls of bike, life is defined.

I think of tacos when I'm in an America state of mind.

 

Hope the snapple got some dapple.

My rappel don't like no dirty grapple.

Run up to the pineapple and get the chapel.

 

In an America state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The scary boys?

You complain about loud music.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the tiger,

And I'm gonna move your steiger.

 

Brave, plump, nervous, like a chest

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

 

I can't take the loud music, can't take the smile.

I woulda tried to become I guess I got no while.

 

I'm rappin' to the steiger,

And I'm gonna move your tiger.

 

Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind.

 

When I was young my brother had a poise.

I waz kicked out without no white noise.

I never thought I'd see that loud noise.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's noise.

 

An attractive melon is quite the felon.

 

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