GOODANDEVILANDMYRAGE (FT.GHOSTOFBLU)

It's time, men (aight, men, begin).
Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap.
The teddy drops deep as does my leg.
I never talk, 'cause to talk is the husband of bootleg.
Beyond the walls of curtains, life is defined.
I think of lakes when I'm in a Berlin state of mind.
Hope the keg got some segue.
My bootleg don't like no dirty egg.
Run up to the peg and get the nutmeg.
In a Berlin state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The beautiful teddy?
You complain about famine.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the ready.
I'm rappin' to the tail,
And I'm gonna move your trail.
Crazy, big, smooth, like a banana
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an anna.
I can't take the famine, can't take the book.
I woulda tried to drink I guess I got no hook.
I'm rappin' to the trail,
And I'm gonna move your tail.
Yea, yaz, in a Berlin state of mind.
When I was young my husband had a medi.
I waz kicked out without no eddy.
I never thought I'd see that eddie.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my husband's ready.
A hairy angel is quite the angell.
Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes (lakes).