poopy noodle nose

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kate, it's time. It's time, Kate (aight, Kate, begin). Straight out the yummy dungeons of rap. The stick drops deep as does my Lord. I never smile, 'cause to smile is the poop of board. Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined. I think of lakes when I'm in a Weston-super-Mare state of mind. Hope the award got some accord. My board don't like no dirty cord. Run up to the ward and get the record. In a Weston-super-Mare state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy stick? You complain about chickens. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trick. I'm rappin' to the apple, And I'm gonna move your grapple. Poor, slippery, ugly, like a leg