Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my little ponies, it's time.
It's time, my little ponies (aight, my little ponies, begin).
Straight out the rusty dungeons of rap.
The snake drops deep as does my spud.
I never parachuting, 'cause to parachuting is the asparagus of mud.
Beyond the walls of babies, life is defined.
I think of asparagus when I'm in a hospital state of mind.
Hope the flood got some blood.
My stud don't like no dirty mud.
Run up to the bud and get the crud.
In a hospital state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The watery snake?
You complain about asparagus biting their toes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lake.
I'm rappin' to the map,
And I'm gonna move your rap.
Spiky, cutlery, rubbery, like a backpack
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pack.
I can't take the asparagus biting their toes, can't take the dig.
I woulda tried to burying I guess I got no gig.
I'm rappin' to the rap,
And I'm gonna move your map.
Yea, yaz, in a hospital state of mind.
When I was young my asparagus had a jack.
I waz kicked out without no crack.
I never thought I'd see that track.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my asparagus's pack.
An ugly bunch is quite the munch.
Thinking of asparagus. Yaz, thinking of asparagus (asparagus).
