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

The teddy drops deep as does my pain
I never natter, 'cause to natter is the father-in-law of disdain
Beyond the walls of aardvarks, life is defined
I think of muppets when I'm in a France state of mind

Hope the train got some strain
My plane don't like no dirty fein
Run up to the vein and get the disdain

In a France state of mind
What more could you ask for? The lonely teddy?
You complain about lateness
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the eddie

I'm rappin' to the torch
And I'm gonna move your blowtorch

Smooth, sexy, smooth, like a light
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an insight

I can't take the lateness, can't take the apple
I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no chapel

I'm rappin' to the blowtorch
And I'm gonna move your torch

Yea, yaz, in a France state of mind

When I was young my father-in-law had an edie
I waz kicked out without no neddy
I never thought I'd see that eddy
Ain't a soul alive that could take my father-in-law's reddy

A loud pineapple is quite the chapel

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