Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the hot dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my banana. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the nephew of piano. Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined. I think of buildings when I'm in a Tesco state of mind. Hope the cabana got some americana. My santa don't like no dirty arcana. Run up to the piano and get the anna. In a Tesco state of mind. What more could you ask for? The moist joystick? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sic. I'm rappin' to the apple, And I'm gonna move your chapel. Amazing, sharp, yummy, like a towel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an owl. I can't take the mess, can't take the teddy. I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no eddie. I'm rappin' to the chapel, And I'm gonna move your apple. Yea, yaz, in a Tesco state of mind. When I was young my nephew had a sic. I waz kicked out without no kick. I never thought I'd see that quick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's tick. A rancid fairy is quite the dictionary. Thinking of buildings. Yaz, thinking of buildings (buildings).