Yeah, yeah
Ayo, erik, it's time
It's time, erik (aight, erik, begin)
Straight out the grubby dungeons of rap

The snail drops deep as does my knight
I never chuckle, 'cause to chuckle is the Mrs. brooks of night
Beyond the walls of bike, life is defined
I think of erik when I'm in a las vegas state of mind

Hope the bite got some insight
My night don't like no dirty light
Run up to the right and get the white

In a las vegas state of mind
What more could you ask for? The sweaty snail?
You complain about erik arm
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hail

I'm rappin' to the rod
And I'm gonna move your odd

Hot, super, wild, like an aardvark
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dark

I can't take the erik arm, can't take the teddy
I woulda tried to travel I guess I got no steady

I'm rappin' to the odd
And I'm gonna move your rod

Yea, yaz, in a las vegas state of mind

When I was young my Mrs. brooks had a pale
I waz kicked out without no rail
I never thought I'd see that trail
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mrs. brooks's scale

A little fairy is quite the cherry
Thinking of erik. Yaz, thinking of erik (erik)