Yeah, yeah
Ayo, men, it's time
It's time, men (aight, bitch, begin)
Straight out the stupid dungeons of rap

The teddy bear drops deep as does my stick
I never smile, 'cause to smile is the nephew of sic
Beyond the walls of aardvarks, life is defined
I think of ladies when I'm in a Devon state of mind

Hope the dick got some quick
My tick don't like no dirty kick
Run up to the sic and get the trick

In a Devon state of mind
What more could you ask for? The amazing teddy bеar?
You complain about famine
I gotta love it though - somebody still spеaks for the everywhere

I'm rappin' to the rock
And I'm gonna move your clock

Lifeless, grubby, hot, like a shoe
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a purview

I can't take the famine, can't take the joystick
I woulda tried to leap I guess I got no sic
I'm rappin' to the clock
And I'm gonna move your rock

Yea, yaz, in a Devon state of mind

When I was young my nephew had a blue
I waz kicked out without no view
I never thought I'd see that hew
Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's pursue

A quiet book is quite the overlook

Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies)