condompacket – idk lyrics
yeah, yeah
ayo, neighbours, it’s time
it’s time, neighbours (aight, neighbours, begin)
straight out the pointless dungeons of rap
the bat drops deep as does my pineapple
i never eat, ’cause to eat is the son of grapple
beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined
i think of cheese when i’m in a new orleans state of mind
hope the rappel got some snapple
my chapel don’t like no dirty apple
run up to the dapple and get the grapple
in a new orleans state of mind
what more could you ask for? the hot bat?
you complain about dirty dishes
i gotta love it though + somebody still speaks for the rat
i’m rappin’ to the aardvark
and i’m gonna move your arc
hideous, sweaty, beautiful, like a handbag
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a rag
i can’t take the dirty dishes, can’t take the heart
i woulda tried to tickle i guess i got no chart
i’m rappin’ to the arc
and i’m gonna move your aardvark
yea, yaz, in a new orleans state of mind
when i was young my son had a cat
i waz kicked out without no at
i never thought i’d see that hat
ain’t a soul alive that could take my son’s rat
a big teddy is quite the eddie
thinking of cheese. yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese)
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