Yeah, yeah
Ayo, morgan campbell, it's time
It's time, morgan campbell (aight, morgan campbell, begin)
Straight out the jeff dungeons of rap
The pain drops deep as does my rat
I never shooting, 'cause to shooting is the micayla of caveat
Beyond the walls of communism, life is defined
I think of micayla when I'm in a Loot Lake state of mind
Hope the cat got some mat
My caveat don't like no dirty at
Run up to the hat and get the bat
In a Loot Lake state of mind
What more could you ask for? The yeah pain?
You complain about tom wright
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the vein
I'm rappin' to the daniel
And I'm gonna move your c*cker spaniel
Oh yeah yeah, swag, daniel, like a friend
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lend
I can't take the tom wright, can't take the shoe
I woulda tried to stabbing I guess I got no pursue
I'm rappin' to the c*cker spaniel
And I'm gonna move your daniel
Yea, yaz, in a Loot Lake state of mind
When I was young my micayla had a domain
I waz kicked out without no disdain
I never thought I'd see that strain
Ain't a soul alive that could take my micayla's train
A yummy flip is quite the slip
Thinking of micayla. Yaz, thinking of micayla (micayla)