A North Pole State of Mind [The Apple Hip Hop] lyrics

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).