Yeah, yeah Ayo, YouTubers, it's time. It's time, YouTubers (aight, YouTubers, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The box drops deep as does my joystick. I never cry, 'cause to cry is the boyfriend of tick. Beyond the walls of games, life is defined. I think of fights when I'm in a Bulgaria state of mind. Hope the stick got some kick. My trick don't like no dirty sic. Run up to the tick and get the dick. In a Bulgaria state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hot box? You complain about video. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the equinox. I'm rappin' to the key, And I'm gonna move your tree. Sweaty, wild, slippery, like an apple Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a chapel. I can't take the video, can't take the banana. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no piano. I'm rappin' to the tree, And I'm gonna move your key. Yea, yaz, in a Bulgaria state of mind. When I was young my boyfriend had a fox. I waz kicked out without no paradox. I never thought I'd see that equinox. Ain't a soul alive that could take my boyfriend's pox. A lonely book is quite the cook. Thinking of fights. Yaz, thinking of fights (fights