Yeah, yeah Ayo, The Haters, it's time. It's time, The Haters (aight, The Haters, begin). Straight out the single dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my box. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the Uncle of pox. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in an Arkansas state of mind. Hope the equinox got some pox. My ox don't like no dirty fox. Run up to the orthodox and get the paradox. In an Arkansas state of mind. What more could you ask for? The short joystick? You complain about Shortness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dick. I'm rappin' to the head, And I'm gonna move your read. Smooth, bright, stupid, like a handbag Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a flag. I can't take the Shortness, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no porch. I'm rappin' to the read, And I'm gonna move your head. Yea, yaz, in an Arkansas state of mind. When I was young my Uncle had a tick. I waz kicked out without no kick. I never thought I'd see that sic. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Uncle's stick. An ugly light is quite the insight. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love)