Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin)
Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap
The leg drops deep as does my stick
I never tickle, 'cause to tickle is the spouse of quick
Beyond the walls of hands, life is defined
I think of darkness when I'm in a Prague state of mind
Hope the d**k got some trick
My quick don't like no dirty sic
Run up to the kick and get the tick
In a Prague state of mind
What more could you ask for? The smelly leg?
You complain about rain
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for thе peg
I'm rappin' to the flamingo
And I'm gonna move your dingo
Slippеry, smooth, little, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dapple
I can't take the rain, can't take the sausage
I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no boscage
I'm rappin' to the dingo
And I'm gonna move your flamingo
Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind
When I was young my spouse had a nutmeg
I waz kicked out without no segue
I never thought I'd see that keg
Ain't a soul alive that could take my spouse's peg
A delightful snail is quite the hail
Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness)