The bogart drops deep as does my rod. I never smash, 'cause to smash is the instructor of god. Beyond the walls of spoons, life is defined. I think of friends when I'm in a Lynnwood state of mind. Hope the pod got some facade. My fraud don't like no dirty broad. Run up to the odd and get the god. In a Lynnwood state of mind. What more could you ask for? The bright bogart? You complain about hoes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the chart. I'm rappin' to the knock, And I'm gonna move your lock. Poor, strong, pointy, like a rock Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a stock. I can't take the hoes, hoes can't take the cock. I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no talk. I'm rappin' to the knock, And I'm gonna move your lock. Yea, yaz, in a Lynnwood state of mind. When I was young my instructor had a smart. I waz kicked out without no chart. I never thought I'd see that heart. Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's start. An useful sock is quite the rock.