A Sidney State of Mind (The Sausage Hip Hop)
By Bumm bicth inc.
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the bright dungeons of rap.
The leg drops deep as does my rod.
I never chuckle, 'cause to chuckle is the uncle of odd.
Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined.
I think of flip when I'm in a Sidney state of mind.
Hope the fraud got some facade.
My broad don't like no dirty pod.
Run up to the odd and get the god.
In a Sidney state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The delightful leg?
You complain about war.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bootleg.
I'm rappin' to the sausage,
And I'm gonna move your boskage.
Wet, bright, scrummy, like a torch
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a scorch.
I can't take the war, can't take the pixie.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no trixie.
I'm rappin' to the boskage,
And I'm gonna move your sausage.
Yea, yaz, in a Sidney state of mind.
When I was young my uncle had a segue.
I waz kicked out without no peg.
I never thought I'd see that bootleg.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's keg.
A super map is quite the app.
Thinking of flip. Yaz, thinking of flip (flip).
