#freestyle Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The friend drops deep as does my apple. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the buddy of rappel. Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a Seattle state of mind. Hope the rappel got some pineapple. My snapple don't like no dirty dapple. Run up to the grapple and get the chapel. In a Seattle state of mind. What more could you ask for? The quiet friend? You complain about chickens. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bend. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your flee. Ugly, stunning, scrummy, like a handbag Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a flag. I can't take the chickens, can't take the box. I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no equinox. I'm rappin' to the flee, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a Seattle state of mind. When I was young my buddy had an end. I waz kicked out without no amend. I never thought I'd see that lend. Ain't a soul alive that could take my buddy's send. A hot leg is quite the nutmeg. Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).