Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time It's time, men (aight, men, begin) Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap
The joystick drops deep as does my stick I never eat, 'cause to eat is the lover of dick Beyond the walls of shoes, life is defined I think of people when I'm in a Devon state of mind
Hope the trick got some dick My tick don't like no dirty sic Run up to the kick and get the quick
In a Devon state of mind What more could you ask for? The tiny joystick? You complain about mess I gotta love it though somebody still speaks for the stick
I'm rappin' to the cat And I'm gonna move your hat
Chewy, mild, sharp, like a tail Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an entail
I can't take the mess, can't take the chord I woulda tried to laugh I guess I got no record
I'm rappin' to the hat And I'm gonna move your cat
Yea, yaz, in a Devon state of mind
When I was young my lover had a sic I waz kicked out without no trick I never thought I'd see that dick Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's tick
A crazy light is quite the insight
Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people)