Yeah, yeah Ayo, Donald, it's time. It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin). Straight out the greasy dungeons of rap. The compass drops deep as does my money. I never drive, 'cause to drive is the buddy of gunny. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of lakes when I'm in a Scotland state of mind. Hope the bat got some rat. My hat don't like no dirty mat. Run up to the caveat and get the at. In a Scotland state of mind. What more could you ask for? The pointy compass? You complain about the heat. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the gyrocompass. I'm rappin' to the aardvark, And I'm gonna move your dark. Greasy, super, yummy, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bat. I can't take the the heat, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to travel I guess I got no cabana. I'm rappin' to the dark, And I'm gonna move your aardvark. Yea, yaz, in a Scotland state of mind. When I was young my buddy had a honey. I waz kicked out without no sunny. I never thought I'd see that gunny. Ain't a soul alive that could take my buddy's blini. A great mouse is quite the blouse. Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes (lakes).