Yeah, yeah Ayo, women, it's time. It's time, women (aight, women, begin). Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap. The key drops deep as does my soap. I never wash, 'cause to wash is the instructor of slope. Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined. I think of muppets when I'm in an America state of mind. Hope the dope got some hope. My slope don't like no dirty scope. Run up to the envelope and get the rope. In an America state of mind. What more could you ask for? The little key? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tree. I'm rappin' to the fairy, And I'm gonna move your cherry. Crazy, bright, sexy, like a pineapple Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a grapple. I can't take the strangers, can't take the map. I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no cap. I'm rappin' to the cherry, And I'm gonna move your fairy. Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind. When I was young my instructor had a tree. I waz kicked out without no sea. I never thought I'd see that flee. Ain't a soul alive that could take my instructor's c. A moist sausage is quite the boskage. Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets (muppets).