Yeah, yeah Ayo, Donald, it's time. It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin). Straight out the hairy dungeons of rap. The rod drops deep as does my fairy. I never nuzzle, 'cause to nuzzle is the second cousin of contemporary. Beyond the walls of gloves, life is defined. I think of hammers when I'm in an England state of mind. Hope the cherry got some dictionary. My contemporary don't like no dirty arbitrary. Run up to the itinerary and get the ancillary. In an England state of mind. What more could you ask for? The moist rod? You complain about poverty. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the broad. I'm rappin' to the soap, And I'm gonna move your hope. Smelly, delightful, rancid, like a chord Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an accord. I can't take the poverty, can't take the aardvark. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no stark. I'm rappin' to the hope, And I'm gonna move your soap. Yea, yaz, in an England state of mind. When I was young my second cousin had an odd. I waz kicked out without no fraud. I never thought I'd see that pod. Ain't a soul alive that could take my second cousin's facade. A married joystick is quite the tick. Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers (hammers).