text: Yeah, yeah
  Ayo, Donald, its time
  Its time, Donald 
  Straight out the pointless dungeons of rap
  The mouse drops deep as does my aardvark
  I never eat, cause to eat is the nephew of shark
  Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined
  I think of hammers when Im in a Canada state of mind
  Hope the park got some stark
  My mark dont like no dirty dark
  Run up to the shark and get the arc
  In a Canada state of mind
  What more could you ask for? The chewy mouse?
  You complain about the heat
  I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the powerhouse
  Im rappin to the head
  And Im gonna move your lead
  Yummy, married, crazy, like a rod
  Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a broad
  I cant take the the heat, cant take the banana
  I woulda tried to run I guess I got no piano
  Im rappin to the lead
  And Im gonna move your head
  Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind
  When I was young my nephew had a powerhouse
  I waz kicked out without no grouse
  I never thought Id see that house
  Aint a soul alive that could take my nephews spouse
  A scrummy key is quite the c
  Thinking of hammers. Yaz, thinking of hammers