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

The spoon drops deep as does my fork.
I never run, 'cause to run is the dog of stork.
Beyond the walls of lols, life is defined.
I think of when I'm in a michigan state of mind.

Hope the pitchfork got some cork.
My york don't like no dirty pork.
Run up to the stork and get the torque.

In a michigan state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The big spoon?
You complain about poop.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the boon.

I'm rappin' to the ice,
And I'm gonna move your suffice.

Big, small, small, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bat.

I can't take the poop, can't take the snow.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no flow.

I'm rappin' to the suffice,
And I'm gonna move your ice.

Yea, yaz, in a michigan state of mind.

When I was young my dog had a balloon.
I waz kicked out without no tune.
I never thought I'd see that troon.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my dog's boon.

A big milk is quite the silk.

Thinking of Yaz, thinking of .