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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, The Boys, it’s time.
It’s time, The Boys (aight, The Boys, begin).
Straight out the Big dungeons of rap.
The Dog drops deep as does my Cat.
I never run, ’cause to run is the brother of hat.
Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined.
I think of Hella witches when I’m in a Bradford state of mind.
Hope the rat got some bat.
My caveat don’t like no dirty mat.
Run up to the at and get the hat.In a Bradford state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The red Dog?
You complain about Someone.
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the log.
I’m rappin’ to the Forest,
And I’m gonna move your rainforest.
Horrible, lucky, pointless, like a Drum
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a plum.
I can’t take the Someone, can’t take the Head.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no shed.
I’m rappin’ to the rainforest,
And I’m gonna move your Forest.
Yea, yaz, in a Bradford state of mind.
When I was young my brother had an analog.
I waz kicked out without no demagogue.
I never thought I’d see that hog.
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my brother’s frog.
A bright apple is quite the snapple.
Thinking of Hella witches. Yaz, thinking of Hella witches (Hella witches)