Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time. It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin). Straight out the yummy dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my knight. I never push, 'cause to push is the brother of bite. Beyond the walls of iron filings, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in an Ireland state of mind. Hope the bite got some insight. My right don't like no dirty white. Run up to the light and get the night. In an Ireland state of mind. What more could you ask for? The cool joystick? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dick. I'm rappin' to the rock, And I'm gonna move your lock. Quiet, wet, chewy, like a light Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bite. I can't take the mess, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to chuckle I guess I got no scorch. I'm rappin' to the lock, And I'm gonna move your rock. Yea, yaz, in an Ireland state of mind. When I was young my brother had a tick. I waz kicked out without no stick. I never thought I'd see that kick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's trick.