Yeah, yeah Ayo, Donald, it's time. It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin). Straight out the married dungeons of rap. The flamingo drops deep as does my leg. I never leap, 'cause to leap is the grandmother of bootleg. Beyond the walls of ants, life is defined. I think of cheese when I'm in a Tesco state of mind. Hope the keg got some segue. My bootleg don't like no dirty egg. Run up to the peg and get the nutmeg. In a Tesco state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hot flamingo? You complain about loud music. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bingo. I'm rappin' to the fairy, And I'm gonna move your contemporary. Little, rancid, grubby, like a pixie Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dixie. I can't take the loud music, can't take the apple. I woulda tried to snooze I guess I got no snapple. I'm rappin' to the contemporary, And I'm gonna move your fairy. Yea, yaz, in a Tesco state of mind. When I was young my grandmother had a dapple. I waz kicked out without no snapple. I never thought I'd see that grapple. Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandmother's pineapple. An ugly tail is quite the trail. Thinking of cheese. Yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese).