Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the stunning dungeons of rap. The mouse drops deep as does my bat. I never tickle, 'cause to tickle is the friend of at. Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined. I think of rappers when I'm in a south africa state of mind. Hope the hat got some caveat. My cat don't like no dirty rat. Run up to the mat and get the at. In a south africa state of mind. What more could you ask for? The single mouse? You complain about chickens. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the blouse. I'm rappin' to the stick, And I'm gonna move your tick. Hairy, grubby, poor, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a broad. I can't take the chickens, can't take the key. I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no free. I'm rappin' to the tick, And I'm gonna move your stick. Yea, yaz, in a south africa state of mind. When I was young my friend had a warehouse. I waz kicked out without no grouse. I never thought I'd see that house. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's blouse. A delightful towel is quite the howl. Thinking of rappers. Yaz, thinking of rappers