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