Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kate, it's time. It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin). Straight out the stunning dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep as does my apple. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the sister-in-law of dapple. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a Houston state of mind. Hope the pineapple got some chapel. My grapple don't like no dirty snapple. Run up to the dapple and get the rappel. In a Houston state of mind. What more could you ask for? The moist stick? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sic. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your free. Quiet, big, quiet, like a map Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a trap. I can't take the rain, can't take the flamingo. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no dingo. I'm rappin' to the free, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a Houston state of mind. When I was young my sister-in-law had a quick. I waz kicked out without no dick. I never thought I'd see that trick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister-in-law's kick. A spiffing towel is quite the owl. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers (rappers).