A Ramsay Street State of Mind (The Leg Hip

Hop)
By Mad4It 
A Rap 

Yeah, yeah 

Ayo, women, it's time. 

It's time, women (aight, women, begin). 

Straight out the yummy dungeons of rap. 

The apple drops deep as does my rod. 

I never roam, 'cause to roam is the father-in-law of odd. 

Beyond the walls of books, life is defined. 

I think of muppets when I'm in a Ramsay Street state of mind. 

Hope the facade got some fraud. 

 
My pod don't like no dirty broad. 

Run up to the god and get the odd. 

In a Ramsay Street state of mind. 

What more could you ask for? The lonely apple? 

You complain about poverty. 

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rappel. 

I'm rappin' to the leg, 

And I'm gonna move your segue. 

Wild, pointless, rancid, like a knight 

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a right. 

I can't take the poverty, can't take the joystick. 

I woulda tried to mash I guess I got no dick. 

I'm rappin' to the segue, 

And I'm gonna move your leg. 

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

When I was young my father-in-law had a rappel. 

I waz kicked out without no dapple. 

I never thought I'd see that snapple. 

Ain't a soul alive that could take my father-in-law's grapple. 

A moist torch is quite the porch. 

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