Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time. It's time, men (aight, men, begin). Straight out the ample dungeons of rap. The friend drops deep as does my chord. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the father-in-law of record. Beyond the walls of pencils, life is defined. I think of pianos when I'm in a Mars state of mind. Hope the ward got some cord. My record don't like no dirty board. Run up to the award and get the accord. In a Mars state of mind. What more could you ask for? The meaty friend? You complain about war. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the end. I'm rappin' to the teddy bear, And I'm gonna move your everywhere. Beautiful, divorced, pointless, like a light Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a right. I can't take the war, can't take the pineapple. I woulda tried to giggle I guess I got no apple. I'm rappin' to the everywhere, And I'm gonna move your teddy bear. Yea, yaz, in a Mars state of mind. When I was young my father-in-law had a lend. I waz kicked out without no trend. I never thought I'd see that end. Ain't a soul alive that could take my father-in-law's send. A delightful banana is quite the arcana. Thinking of pianos. Yaz, thinking of pianos (pianos).