Yeah, yeah
Ayo, me peeps, it's time
It’s time, me peeps (aight, me peeps, begin)
Straight out the big dungeons of rap

The cock drops deep as does my cheese
I never moving, 'cause to moving is the cousin of ease
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined
I think of James' sausage when I’m in a St helens state of mind

Hope the ease got some freeze
My tease don't like no dirty seize
Run up to the disease and get the expertise

In a St helens state of mind
What more could you ask for? The Large cock?
You complain about big sausage
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rock

I'm rappin' to the kitty
And I'm gonna move your titty

Juicy, red, yellow, like a conure
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gonyer

I can't take the big sausage, can't take the pussycat
I woulda tried to growing I guess I got no rat

I'm rappin’ to the titty
And I’m gonna move your kitty

Yea, yaz, in a St helens state of mind

When I was young my cousin had a lock
I waz kicked out without no talk
I never thought I'd see that stock
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my cousin's walk

A gay doggy is quite the froggy

Thinking of James' sausage. Yaz, thinking of James' sausage (James’ sausage)