Yeah, yeah
Ayo, all those couples out there, it's time.
It's time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin).
Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.
The joystick drops deep as does my soap.
I never chatter, 'cause to chatter is the uncle of rope.
Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined.
I think of buildings when I'm in a Cape Town state of mind.
Hope the envelope got some hope.
My dope don't like no dirty slope.
Run up to the scope and get the rope.
In a Cape Town state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The bumpy joystick?
You complain about mess.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the dick.
I'm rappin' to the drum,
And I'm gonna move your plum.
Pointy, hideous, meaty, like a heart
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a counterpart.
I can't take the mess, can't take the banana.
I woulda tried to bleed I guess I got no cabana.
I'm rappin' to the plum,
And I'm gonna move your drum.
Yea, yaz, in a Cape Town state of mind.
When I was young my uncle had a tick.
I waz kicked out without no sic.
I never thought I'd see that trick.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's dick.
A hideous angel is quite the angell.
Thinking of buildings. Yaz, thinking of buildings (buildings).