A North Pole State of Mind (The Apple Hip Hop)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time.
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin).
Straight out the mild dungeons of rap.
The rap drops deep as does my rat.
I never snooze, 'cause to snooze is the great aunt of bat.
Beyond the walls of monkeys, life is defined.
I think of ladies when I'm in a North Pole state of mind.
Hope the cat got some mat.
My caveat don't like no dirty bat.
Run up to the hat and get the at.
In a North Pole state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The amazing rap?
You complain about famine.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the app.
I'm rappin' to the apple,
And I'm gonna move your rappel.
Little, hairy, little, like a handbag
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a drag.
I can't take the famine, can't take the heart.
I woulda tried to nuzzle I guess I got no smart.
I'm rappin' to the rappel,
And I'm gonna move your apple.
Yea, yaz, in a North Pole state of mind.
When I was young my great aunt had a map.
I waz kicked out without no cap.
I never thought I'd see that trap.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my great aunt's snap.
A pointless tail is quite the hail.
Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies).
