A Dallas State of Mind (The Leg Hip Hop)

By Mo

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

The Tail drops deep as does my fairy.
I never run, 'cause to run is the friend of arbitrary.
Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.
I think of cheese when I'm in a Dallas state of mind.

Hope the arbitrary got some contemporary.
My cherry don't like no dirty itinerary.
Run up to the dictionary and get the ancillary.

What more could you ask for? The grubby Tail?
You complain about the heat.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trail.

I'm rappin' to the leg,
And I'm gonna move your nutmeg.

Lonely, big, crazy, like a pixie
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie.

I can't take the the heat, can't take the apple.
I woulda tried to sail I guess I got no rappel.

I'm rappin' to the nutmeg,
And I'm gonna move your leg.

Yea, yaz, in a Dallas state of mind.

When I was young my friend had a trail.
I waz kicked out without no scale.
I never thought I'd see that entail.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's pale.

A chewy torch is quite the porch.

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