Am Rappin' - Rapping

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Your Grave, it's time.
It's time, Your Grave (aight, Your Grave, begin).
Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap.

The joystick drops deep as does my compass.
I never bleed, 'cause to bleed is the Annoying Brother of rumpus.
Beyond the walls of wood shavings, life is defined.
I think of Disperse when I'm in a Madrid state of mind.

Hope the dick got some stick.
My kick don't like no dirty trick.
Run up to the sic and get the tick.

In a Madrid state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The grubby joystick?
You complain about Famine.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the kick.

I'm rappin' to the snail,
And I'm gonna move your scale.

Quiet, moist, single, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dapple.

I can't take the Famine, can't take the aardvark.
I woulda tried to trippn' I guess I got no arc.

I'm rappin' to the scale,
And I'm gonna move your snail.

Yea, yaz, in a Madrid state of mind.

When I was young my Annoying Brother had a rappel.
I waz kicked out without no dapple.
I never thought I'd see that grapple.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Annoying Brother's pineapple.

A super teddy bear is quite the everywhere.

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