Straight out the moist dungeons

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, kaya, it's time.

It's time, kaya (aight, kaya, begin).

Straight out the moist dungeons of rap.

 

The sock drops deep as does my poop.

I never spin, 'cause to spin is the great uncle of stoop.

Beyond the walls of iron filings, life is defined.

I think of kaya when I'm in a clarksville Indiana state of mind.

 

Hope the scoop got some stoop.

My dupe don't like no dirty group.

Run up to the loop and get the soup.

 

In a clarksville Indiana state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The chewy sock?

You complain about lazy.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rock.

 

I'm rappin' to the apple,

And I'm gonna move your pineapple.

 

Sexy, ugly, crazy, like a butt

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a strut.

 

I can't take the lazy, can't take the water.

I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no daughter.

 

I'm rappin' to the pineapple,

And I'm gonna move your apple.

 

Yea, yaz, in a clarksville Indiana state of mind.

 

When I was young my great uncle had a lock.

I waz kicked out without no rock.

I never thought I'd see that walk.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my great uncle's talk.

 

A divorced banana is quite the santa.

 

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