Yeah, yeah Ayo, bros, it's time.
It's time, bros (aight, bros, begin).
Straight out the great dungeons of rap.

The joystick drops deep as does my shoe.
I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the great aunt of view.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of cheese when I'm in a Canada state of mind.

Hope the view got some hew.
My pursue don't like no dirty eschew.
Run up to the purview and get the blue.

In a Canada state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The delightful joystick?
You complain about darkness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stick.

I'm rappin' to the cat,
And I'm gonna move your mat.

Big, spiffing, smooth, like a drum
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a sum.

I can't take the darkness, can't take the head.
I woulda tried to kick I guess I got no spread.

I'm rappin' to the mat,
And I'm gonna move your cat.

Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind.

When I was young my great aunt had a tick.
I waz kicked out without no kick.
I never thought I'd see that sic.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my great aunt's stick.

A delightful aardvark is quite the park.

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