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

Mars attacks wit' gats
Not for abduction (what's up then?!)
Billy took a laser to the mug hallowed out the mandible
Channel order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
We have high demands column to pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; area sickness
Not a threat, an area witness won't the promise
Monster carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, labor days are A sir
the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage check eight
I her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth fabric
(This fucker's rabid and breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the claps to leave me
ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
Buddy up and head down to the metal corporate
Ice pick the ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be lying if I said I knew your
See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive action to the race
You land in hand on board to magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival wires in the bible
Obviously, ultra take advance when I counterpoint
Comparison of ET little old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
Beautiful establishment; you established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers under burnt pride in the (sup yall!)
They us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose over a bag shortage
Last week I was like bless the saint that invented the cordless'
This week I saw the of the bull's-eye of my worship
Temple body bull-cabinet Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
do this shit, my movement soothes any space invader practice
Stomped under like "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me rise material and cardinal sin
They me in the face

Mars (X5)

(Puffin' smoke) Run around your face on fire
(Jet-black smoke on the horizon) Black 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 piss
I'm singin' cynical maybe the military ops
Monkey! elephant, and it drops
We on a three-ringed ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you it off
it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric wars
Never seen a poor man's set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave the wheel and roll out funny
on them Barney Rubble twenties, subtle
Sippin' Saber tooth blood
I could with the lackey's, that's if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, bells in the chuckle..
Red-berried face means round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born solo panel cutters quo to the core (dirt mess!)
cold's hands out core cryogenics, stubborn
Can't shit wit' a tongue full a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol through sugar
Four-piece heartbeats a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act like you (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now what if in the built the old pulping?
the mirror, stole a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me is the vibe with the Vulcan's (hope!)
I'm the divine (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the crooks the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural more bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, cradling the arms of the car man's
to the sickly thawed out the glacier
Beggin' for the freezer back every day sir!
Sir, your science loves to nature
Sir, your right to the of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing beacon's set;
Who chase till we all catch
Don't call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the malarkey
It's not a game no more, run from the flash, leave penny at the door
A lot of gadgets; give em' all back just to nullify the savage
Mic's crumble we be rockin' in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm
And I you was hopin' that the piece for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, it's not!) Guess what else, I from the block!
T-Rex - X-Ray with X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the next I can 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
wins! (See how strong you are then..)
Your head down with a mouth of pebbles
it man, no time left.
Ya'll keep talkin'. get you nowhere...