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These lil', lil' Martians
You gotta love em'

Mars attacks wit' gats
Not for sapien (what's up then?!)
Billy took a laser to the mug hallowed out the mandible
Channel headquarters the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
We have high demands to this pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; area sickness
Not a threat, an area witness injure the promise
Monster carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit
vapor, labor days are major A sir
Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like check eight
I her "go for C4 magic's"
as the Bazooka Tooth holster fabric
(This fucker's and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater to leave me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a
Buddy up and head to the metal corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; of the mother and um,
I'd be if I said I knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive action to save the
You land in hand on to mention magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival wires in the bible
Obviously, ultra take advance I point counterpoint
of ET verse little old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. slackership
Beautiful you aint established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They want us dead or without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose a body bag shortage
Last week I was like 'god bless the that invented the cordless'
This week I saw the re-wrap of the bull's-eye of my
body slash bull-cabinet Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my movement any space invader practice
Stomped enemy like "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human me rise above material and cardinal sin
They shot me in the

Mars (X5)

(Puffin' smoke) Run with your face on fire
(Jet-black on the horizon) Black smoke in the air.
Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins! (I thought you would it)
(We gon' it) Who you screaming at dog?
I got this! (Lets go)

Zig zag zookah, stitch
Unleash the unlimited edish primitive
I'm cynical maybe the most military ops
Monkey! elephant, and it drops
We on a three-ringed prong elephant tusk
Bitter, at (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric
Never seen a man's glimpse set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out funny
Sittin' on them Rubble twenties, subtle
Sippin' Saber tooth blood
I roll with the lackey's, that's if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, bells in the chuckle..
Red-berried face means smugger round the
I'm allergic to the now-born panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out core cryogenics,
Can't talk shit wit' a full a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol through blood
heartbeats wit' a subwoofer!
I'm not you to act like you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now what if in the cabin the old pulping?
Opened the mirror, stole a pulse with the
Keeping me is the vibe with the Vulcan's (hope!)
I'm the divine (Catapult!)
I break it to the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
droids; more bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, the arms of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed out the
for the freezer burn; back every day sir!
Sir, science loves to fuck nature
Sir, your to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing beacon's set;
Who till we all catch vapors
Don't call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the malarkey
It's not a game no more, run the flash, leave your penny at the door
A lot of gadgets; give em' all back just to nullify the savage
Mic's crumble we be right; in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm
And I know you was hopin' the piece for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, not!) Guess what else, I transmit from the block!
- X-Ray with triple X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the I can assure you if the RZA got the sword, (dead flesh!)

Aint no time left. (Keep ya up now)
wins! (I thought you would like it)
Your head will be in the dirt
We'll end it real
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (See how you are then..)
Your head down with a mouth full of
it man, no time left.
Ya'll keep talkin'. get you nowhere...