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 super dungeons of rap. The aardvark drops deep as does my pain. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the daughter of train. Beyond the walls of iron filings, life is defined. I think of hammers when I'm in a Ramsay Street state of mind. Hope the strain got some train. My domain don't like no dirty vein. Run up to the plane and get the disdain. In a Ramsay Street state of mind. What more could you ask for? The scrummy aardvark? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the arc. I'm rappin' to the pixie, And I'm gonna move your dixie. Smelly, married, lonely, like a sausage Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a boskage. I can't take the rain, can't take the apple. I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no grapple. I'm rappin' to the dixie, And I'm gonna move your pixie. Yea, yaz, in a Ramsay Street state of mind. When I was young my daughter had an arc. I waz kicked out without no shark. I never thought I'd see that park. Ain't a soul alive that could take my daughter's dark. A stupid towel is quite the howl. Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).