Yeah, yeah Ayo, Donald, it's time. It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin). Straight out the bright dungeons of rap. The bat drops deep as does my knight. I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the spouse of bite. Beyond the walls of wood shavings, life is defined. I think of muppets when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the insight got some right. My night don't like no dirty bite. Run up to the light and get the white. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The delightful bat? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the mat. I'm rappin' to the book, And I'm gonna move your overlook. Beautiful, slippery, chewy, like a money Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a honey. I can't take the mess, can't take the teddy. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no medi. I'm rappin' to the overlook, And I'm gonna move your book. Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my spouse had a caveat. I waz kicked out without no hat. I never thought I'd see that mat. Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's rat. A lifeless heart is quite the art. Thinking of muppets. Yaz, thinking of muppets (muppets).