Yeah, yeah Ayo, my Jacksons, it's time. It's time, my Jacksons (aight, my Jackson, begin). Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as my friend. I never run, Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined. I think of girls when I'm in kansas city Hope the bend got some trend. My lend don't like no dirty amend. Run up to the end and get the send. In a kansas city state of mind. What more could you ask for? The stunning rock? You complain about thots. • I gotta love it though -