Question

I generated a rap song off the internet...

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

The bat drops deep as does my angel.
I never cry, 'cause to cry is the brother of archangel.
Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined.
I think of darkness when I'm in a Summerfield state of mind.

Hope the caveat got some hat.
My at don't like no dirty rat.
Run up to the mat and get the cat.

In a Summerfield state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The great bat?
You complain about the cold.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the at.

I'm rappin' to the head,
And I'm gonna move your spread.

Quiet, spiffing, wild, like a joystick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a tick.

I can't take the the cold, can't take the teddy.
I woulda tried to travel I guess I got no ready.

I'm rappin' to the spread,
And I'm gonna move your head.

Yea, yaz, in a Summerfield state of mind.

When I was young my brother had a stick.
I waz kicked out without no ****.
I never thought I'd see that tick.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's kick.

A grubby apple is quite the dapple.

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