"Ayo, My lodge, it's time." He announces and begins to.. rap?
"It's time, My lodge (aight, My lodge, begin).
Straight out the dirty city of crap.
The tree picks me up as does the breaker.
I never forget, 'cause to forget is the utimate glamour taker.
Now in these walls of wood, life is defined.
I think of happiness when I'm in a Rivervale state of mind.
Hope the hoof got some attribute.
My hands don't mind the dirty route.
Run up to the soil and cuz the garden does suite.
In a Rivervale state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The happy tree?
You complain about dirty dishes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still cares for me.
I'm rappin' to the garden,
And I'm gonna move your pardon.
Tough, fast, brave, like a cake
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a wake.
I can take the dirty dishes, can take the pie.
No one faster on the run than yours truly I.
I'm rappin' to the pardon, "He makes a whoop whoop motion to one side.
"And I'm gonna move your garden." to the other
"Yea, yaz, in a Rivervale state of mind.
When I was young no parents care for me.
I waz kicked out without no flee.
I never thought I'd see that we.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my friends from me.
A Devoted song is quite the throng.
Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness)."