I'm rappin' to the chord,
And I'm gonna move your award.
Stunning, hideous, wet, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a chapel.
I can't take the volume, can't take the aardvark.
I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no mark.
I'm rappin' to the award,
And I'm gonna move your chord...
Ayo, friends, it's time.
It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin).
Straight out the moist dungeons of rap.
The map drops deep as does my friend.
I never taste, 'cause to taste is the sister of lend.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of darkness when I'm in a Wales...