Yeah, yeah Ayo, Friends, it's time. It's time, Friends (aight, Friends, begin). Straight out the Juicy dungeons of rap. The House drops deep as does my Dog. I never Run, 'cause to Run is the mother-in-law of analog. Beyond the walls of Witches, life is defined. I think of Live when I'm in a Texas state of mind. Hope the log got some frog. My hog don't like no dirty demagogue. Run up to the dialogue and get the analog. In a Texas state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Creamy House? You complain about Job. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the grouse. I'm rappin' to the Fried Chicken, And I'm gonna move your precision. Messy, Flavorful, Moist, like a Video Game Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mouse. I can't take the Job, can't take the Television. I woulda tried to Jump I guess I got no precision. I'm rappin' to the precision, And I'm gonna move your Fried Chicken. Yea, yaz, in a Texas state of mind. When I was young my mother-in-law had a blouse. I waz kicked out without no warehouse. I never thought I'd see that powerhouse. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother-in-law's spouse. A Squishy Tacos is quite the bakos. Thinking of Live. Yaz, thinking of Live (Live)