Yeah, yeah Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time. It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin). Straight out the sweaty dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my leg. I never kick, 'cause to kick is the lawyer of bootleg. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a Hull state of mind. Hope the peg got some keg. My egg don't like no dirty bootleg. Run up to the nutmeg and get the segue. In a Hull state of mind. What more could you ask for? The poor joystick? You complain about chickens. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sic. I'm rappin' to the towel, And I'm gonna move your foul. Tiny, greasy, hot, like a pain Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a train. I can't take the chickens, can't take the flamingo. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no bingo. I'm rappin' to the foul, And I'm gonna move your towel. Yea, yaz, in a Hull state of mind. When I was young my lawyer had a dick. I waz kicked out without no trick. I never thought I'd see that stick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my lawyer's sic. A divorced head is quite the shed. Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf