A German State of Mind (The Gun Hip Hop)
By Gaming With ♥♥♥♥♥
A Rap:
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, black peaple, it's time.
It's time, black peaple (aight, black peaple, begin).
Straight out the ugly dungeons of rap.

The noose drops deep as does my handbag.
I never cry, 'cause to cry is the mother-in-law of flag.
Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined.
I think of ♥♥♥♥♥ when I'm in a german state of mind.

Hope the flag got some drag.
My tag don't like no dirty rag.
Run up to the bag and get the lag.

In a german state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The lifeless noose?
You complain about cikáni.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the goose.

I'm rappin' to the gun,
And I'm gonna move your ton.

Rancid, mild, big, like a chair
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a wear.

I can't take the cikáni, can't take the mouse.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no warehouse.

I'm rappin' to the ton,
And I'm gonna move your gun.

Yea, yaz, in a german state of mind.

When I was young my mother-in-law had an abuse.
I waz kicked out without no goose.
I never thought I'd see that loose.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother-in-law's use.

A sharp stick is quite the tick.

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