Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kate, it's time. It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin). Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap. The teddy bear drops deep as does my mouse. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the friend of blouse. Beyond the walls of forks, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in an Oslo state of mind. Hope the grouse got some house. My warehouse don't like no dirty blouse. Run up to the powerhouse and get the spouse. In an Oslo state of mind. What more could you ask for? The rancid teddy bear? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the everywhere. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your chart. Full, pointy, wet, like a rat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an at. I can't take the strangers, can't take the knight. I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no light. I'm rappin' to the chart, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, yaz, in an Oslo state of mind. When I was young my friend had a mat. I waz kicked out without no cat. I never thought I'd see that hat. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's bat. A hot stick is quite the dick. Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).