Mars attacks wit' electric gats
Not for sapien abduction
(what's up then?!)
Billy took a laser to the mug
piece; hallowed out the mandible
Channel headquarters order
the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
FBI demands column to this pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our
harvest; 51st area sickness
Not a threat,
an area witness won't injure the promise
Monster lead- carry your ligament
fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, labor days are major A sir
Cater the alien decomposer sol
dier platter like cabbage check eight
I told her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth
holster fabric
(This fucker's rabid and still
breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater claps to leave me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar
in the fuel tank of a saucer
Buddy up and head down to
the metal corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of
the mother and um
I'd be lying if I said I
knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage thinks defensive
action to save the race
You land in hand on board to mention
magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival there's
wires in the bible
Obviously, ultra take ad vance
when I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse little old freak
me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle
CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
slackership
Beautiful establishment; you ain't
established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers under burnt
pride in the dark (sup y'all!)
They want us dead or alive without
the 'aliiivee'Part
The sun rose over a body bag shortage
Last week I was like 'god bless the saint
that invented the cordless'
This week I saw the re- wrap of the
bull's- eye of my worship
Temple body slash bull- cabinet Mastermind
diversions (Fuck y'all!)
Lets do this shit, my movement soothes
any space invader practice
Stomped under enemy like "Hey
what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me rise above mater
ial and cardinal sin
They shot me in the face
Zig zag zookah, pinnacle stitch
Unleash the unlimited
edish primitive piss
I'm singin' cynical maybe
the most military ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it drops
We on a three- ringed prong
ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you
shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure,
But NY Electra's not about electric wars
Never seen a poor man's glimpse
set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
The dawning of the cave man who invented
the wheel and roll out funny
Sittin' on a bundle rolled with twenties,
subtle
Sippin' Saber tooth blood puddle-
I could roll with the lackey's,
that's if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud,
hell's bells in the jungle
Red- berried face means
smugger round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now- born solo panel cutters
stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out core cryogenics,
stubborn
Can't talk shit wit'
a tongue full a' rubber!
Bad cholesterol through blood sugar
Four- piece heartbeats wit'
a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act like you notice
(Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now what if in the cabin built
the old pulping?
Opened the mirror,
stole a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me alive is the vibe with
the Vulcan's (hope!)
Tangle the vine catapult (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the
crooks wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck
Structural droids; more
bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs, thorns
in the glove (buck wit' it!)
Pre- stork land shark business,
cradling the arms of the car man kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed
out the glacier
Beggin' for the freezer
burn; back every day sir!
Sir, your science loves to fuck nature
Sir, your right to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing beacon is
sad; who chase till we all catch vapors
Don't call it a sound- off,
'Mars Attacks" be the malarkey downfall
It's not a game no more, run from the flash,
leave your penny at the door
A lotta of magic gadgets; give em all back
just to nullify the savage
Mic's crumble we be rockin' right,
in the year of the dropper tight
Saw a grey mouse rabied poured
on a board
To the dull morose world
like a lull in a storm
And I know you was hopin' that the piece
for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, it's not!) Guess what
else, I transmit from the block!
T- Rex, X- Ray with triple X
Hexen (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the next I can assure
you if there is I got the sword
(Dead flesh!)
