rap

A Japan State of Mind (The Apple Hip Hop)

By lilking

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, neighbours, it's time.

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

Straight out the delightful dungeons of rap.

The sausage drops deep as does my banana.

I never push, 'cause to push is the sister-in-law of arcana.

Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.

I think of ladies when I'm in a Japan state of mind.

Hope the cabana got some arcana.

My americana don't like no dirty piano.

Run up to the anna and get the santa.

In a Japan state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The quiet sausage?

You complain about strangers.

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

I'm rappin' to the apple,

And I'm gonna move your rappel.

Sweaty, lonely, ample, like a book

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

I can't take the strangers, can't take the torch.

I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no blowtorch.

I'm rappin' to the rappel,

And I'm gonna move your apple.

Yea, yaz, in a Japan state of mind.

When I was young my sister-in-law had an outlook.

I waz kicked out without no cook.

I never thought I'd see that overlook.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister-in-law's hook.

A spiffing bat is quite the caveat.

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