Yeah, yeah Ayo, neighbours, it's time. It's time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin). Straight out the lonely dungeons of rap. The apple drops deep as does my knight. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the therapist of bite. Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined. I think of muppets when I'm in a France state of mind. Hope the insight got some light. My bite don't like no dirty night. Run up to the site and get the right. In a France state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy apple? You complain about snow. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the snapple. I'm rappin' to the soap, And I'm gonna move your dope. Entertaining, meaty, stunning, like a mouse Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a powerhouse. I can't take the snow, can't take the flamingo. I woulda tried to natter I guess I got no bingo. I'm rappin' to the dope, And I'm gonna move your soap. Yea, yaz, in a France state of mind. When I was young my therapist had a pineapple. I waz kicked out without no grapple. I never thought I'd see that chapel. Ain't a soul alive that could take my therapist's snapple. A tiny light is quite the night. Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets (muppets).