A Surat State of Mind (The Deck Hip Hop)

By BabeMagnet69
A Rap

A Surat State of Mind (The Deck Hip Hop)
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time.
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin).
Straight out the tiny dungeons of rap.

The box drops deep as does my car.
I never smile, 'cause to smile is the boyfriend of bar.
Beyond the walls of jugs, life is defined.
I think of shipyard when I'm in a surat state of mind.

Hope the bar got some r.
My spar don't like no dirty far.
Run up to the star and get the avatar.

In a surat state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The stupid box?
You complain about loud music.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the paradox.

I'm rappin' to the deck,
And I'm gonna move your trek.

Cool, chewy, little, like a joystick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a kick.

I can't take the loud music, can't take the torch.
I woulda tried to giggle I guess I got no blowtorch.

I'm rappin' to the trek,
And I'm gonna move your deck.

Yea, yaz, in a surat state of mind.

When I was young my girlfriend had an ox.
I waz kicked out without no fox.
I never thought I'd see that equinox.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's orthodox.

A chewy hen is quite the pen.

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

A Surat State of Mind (The Deck Hip Hop)