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

The mouse drops deep as does my aardvark
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the nephew of shark
Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined
I think of hammers when I'm in a Canada state of mind

Hope the park got some stark
My mark don't like no dirty dark
Run up to the shark and get the arc

In a Canada state of mind
What more could you ask for? The chewy mouse?
You complain about the heat
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the powerhouse

I'm rappin' to the head
And I'm gonna move your lead

Yummy, married, crazy, like a rod
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a broad

I can't take the the heat, can't take the banana
I woulda tried to run I guess I got no piano
I'm rappin' to the lead
And I'm gonna move your head

Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind

When I was young my nephew had a powerhouse
I waz kicked out without no grouse
I never thought I'd see that house
Ain't a soul alive that could take my nephew's spouse

A scrummy key is quite the c

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