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A Ramsay Street State Of Mind


A Ramsay Street State of Mind (The Teddy Hip Hop)

By Swagg baby

A Rap

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, men, it's time.
It's time, men (aight, men, begin).
Straight out the mild dungeons of rap.

The joystick drops deep as does my banana.
I never roam, 'cause to roam is the boyfriend of anna.
Beyond the walls of books, life is defined.
I think of cheese when I'm in a Ramsay Street state of mind.

Hope the santa got some anna.
My piano don't like no dirty cabana.
Run up to the arcana and get the americana.

In a Ramsay Street state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The crazy joystick?
You complain about darkness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tick.

I'm rappin' to the teddy,
And I'm gonna move your eddy.

Moist, amazing, moist, like a teddy bear
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an everywhere.

I can't take the darkness, can't take the knight.
I woulda tried to chatter I guess I got no right.

I'm rappin' to the eddy,
And I'm gonna move your teddy.

Yea, yaz, in a Ramsay Street state of mind.

When I was young my boyfriend had a kick.
I waz kicked out without no tick.
I never thought I'd see that stick.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my boyfriend's dick.

A strong angel is quite the angell.

Thinking of cheese. Yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese).

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