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

The handbag drops deep as does my apple.
I never run, 'cause to run is the mother of dapple.
Beyond the walls of forks, life is defined.
I think of Minecraft when I'm in a Canada state of mind.

Hope the snapple got some pineapple.
My grapple don't like no dirty rappel.
Run up to the chapel and get the dapple.

In a Canada state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The big handbag?
You complain about mess.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the drag.

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

Sweaty, entertaining, great, like a key
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a free.

I can't take the mess, can't take the banana.
I woulda tried to spin I guess I got no anna.

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

Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind.

When I was young my mother had a tag.
I waz kicked out without no flag.
I never thought I'd see that rag.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's bag.

A moist joystick is quite the trick.

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