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[Intro: Serengeti] Check, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Yeah Was walking through the woods with a stick and a footstool Needed some new fruit so I picked me a bushel Say something, I'm awake and rolled this game drunk And I can't function, I'm all blackface and late lunches Stomach full of Quaker State, debate '88 Tell me butterball, but touch dissolves paper plates [Bridge 1: Serengeti] I had my first kid at thirty My second kid at thirty My third kid at thirty My fourth kid at thirty-one I had fun I got down I get down I get down I get down [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] I had the most unprofessional dream My chest and my spleen, and all this unrest in between Yes, finishin' move, [?] heat check A knee as deep as DSV and seaQuest At recess I suggest we jest, just as a reflex If I get too anxious, here, Frank, hold my Wheat Chex [Bridge 2: Serengeti] Soundwaves broken by airplanes In the wall units, mother's precious cranes Out of four, only three remains Damn They all fell down Let's get down Let's get down Let's get down (Let's get down) (Had my fourth kid at thirty-one)