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These lil', lil' fuckin'
You gotta em' though

Mars attacks electric gats
Not for abduction (what's up then?!)
took a laser to the mug piece; hallowed out the mandible
Channel headquarters order the (Mars attacksssss)
We have high demands column to this ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area
Not a threat, an witness won't injure the promise
Monster lead- your ligament fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, labor days are A sir
Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage eight
I her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Tooth holster fabric
(This fucker's and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater claps to me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a
Buddy up and down to the metal corporate tunnels
Ice the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be lying if I said I knew your
See my sabotage seeks defensive action to save the race
You in hand on board to mention magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival there's in the bible
Obviously, ultra take when I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET little old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. slackership
Beautiful establishment; you aint shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose over a body bag
Last week I was like 'god the saint that invented the cordless'
This week I saw the of the bull's-eye of my worship
Temple body slash Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do shit, my movement soothes any space invader practice
under 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 around with your on fire
(Jet-black on the horizon) Black smoke in the air.
Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins! (I thought you like it)
(We gon' it) Who you screaming at dog?
I got this! (Lets go)

Zig zag zookah, pinnacle
the unlimited edish primitive piss
I'm singin' maybe the most military ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it
We on a three-ringed ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY not about electric wars
Never seen a poor man's glimpse set (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the reinventing the wheel and roll out funny
Sittin' on Barney Rubble twenties, subtle
Sippin' Saber tooth blood
I could with the lackey's, that's if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, hell's in the chuckle..
Red-berried face means round the muzzle
I'm to the now-born solo panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's out core cryogenics, stubborn
Can't talk shit a tongue full a' rug burn!
Bad through blood sugar
heartbeats wit' 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?
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 down to the bunk for the crooks the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
droids; more bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - in the glove (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric land business, cradling the arms of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed out the
Beggin' for the burn; back every day sir!
Sir, your science to fuck nature
Sir, your right to the of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh beacon's never set;
Who till we all catch vapors
Don't call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the downfall
It's not a game no more, run from the flash, your penny at the door
A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all back to nullify the savage
Mic's crumble we be rockin' right; in the year of the
Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world a lull in a storm
And I know you was hopin' the piece for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, it's not!) what else, I transmit from the block!
- X-Ray with triple X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the next I can you if the RZA got the sword, (dead flesh!)

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