(Chorus)
I'm an alien, I'm an alien, I'm an alien, bitch I'm an I'm an alien, I'm an alien, ask anybody, motherfucka, I'm an
(Verse)
I'm an alien, bitch I'm an alien, I get so high when I hover in my That chopper hit your dome and give you a running this shit, first place in the race and, I'm still not done, my flow stay tighter than a fucking I take my gun out and all the pussies run, take Uzi out, introduce you niggas to the Big Pun Yeah, I stay on some Eastside If you see me in the booth, I'm on beast-wild shit Jackie flow, I kick it up a notch Your bitch is a freak, she reaching for my crotch I hit it from the side, that a drum-roll Then I let her have the nut, cum down her nose It's M.O.B bitch, and death to my foes Counting money, music while I'm laughing at you hoes So competition ain't really competition I'm so good at what I do that I a mention Better yet, I deserve a penchant, my rhymes will elevate your brain so you to listen Got a couple racks stuffed, in my denim a couple swishers out, then I start to split 'em If a nigga my high then I put him in the Earth I'm a new me, D2's the rebirth Stomping on this beat like a motherfucking very own, stand up, where you at Pop that pussy, shake that ass, throw it back I spit that cardiac like I had a heart I keep my weed purple like a girl pussy on your beat like a high school bully Niggas thing they me like a mirage, I'm at home with your bitch, she give my dick a massage Stop playing, and off them pantyhose I'm trying to dig deep, put my tongue up in camel-toe I am an alien, get prepared for abduction She get a of my volcanic eruption I define the real to a T, I am what every pair of eyes ought to see Still switching up my styles like a dance I'm in the in the game, so fuck you mean I'm the King, I have a dream, I'm gone off that I got that horror movie flow 'cause I make these scream Sticking to my script, you don't even get the Them on my wrist, yes they glisten when they gleam hit your white Tee and change your color scheme I take your off and put it on a balance beam Bitch it's all about I, no other I'm the shit, bitch nigga, now your bowels Them bullets make you curl up fried shrimp, and if she get my dick hard it's gone be bigger than a blimp I stay high, yeah I'm on the But I'm so cold I'm still on my polar Eastside nigga, the day they bury me 313 nigga until they have to carry me, to my Hello Hip-Hop, you been saved, I'm out