It Time Friends

 Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the chewy dungeons of rap. The flamingo drops deep as does my banana. I never tickle, 'cause to tickle is the girlfriend of piano. Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined. I think of Food when I'm in a My House state of mind. Hope the santa got some anna. My cabana don't like no dirty arcana. Run up to the piano and get the americana. In a My House state of mind. What more could you ask for? The yummy flamingo? You complain about snow. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bingo. I'm rappin' to the snail, And I'm gonna move your hail. Big, spiffing, pointless, like a teddy bear Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an everywhere. I can't take the snow, can't take the map. I woulda tried to sing I guess I got no snap. I'm rappin' to the hail, And I'm gonna move your snail. Yea, in a My House state of mind. A little pineapple is quite the apple. Yeah.