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

Mars wit' electric gats
Not for sapien (what's up then?!)
Billy 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 our harvest; 51st area sickness
Not a threat, an area witness won't the promise
Monster lead- carry your 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"
Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth fabric
(This fucker's and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater claps to me
I'ma ninja this wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
up and head down to the metal corporate tunnels
Ice pick the ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be lying if I said I your intentions
See my sabotage seeks defensive action to save the race
You land in hand on to mention magma (Blaze the place!)
Red revival there's wires in the bible
Obviously, ultra take advance I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
Beautiful establishment; you aint shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers under burnt pride in the (sup yall!)
They want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee'
The sun rose over a body bag
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
Temple body slash Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my movement soothes any space invader
Stomped under enemy "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding hear me rise above material and cardinal sin
They me in the face

Mars (X5)

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

Zig zag zookah, stitch
Unleash the unlimited edish piss
I'm singin' cynical the most military ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it
We on a three-ringed prong ancient tusk
Bitter, at (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY not about electric wars
Never seen a man's glimpse set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave reinventing the and roll out funny
Sittin' on them Barney twenties, subtle
Sippin' tooth blood puddle-
I could with the lackey's, that's if we hustle
in the mud, hell's bells in the chuckle..
Red-berried means smugger round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born solo panel cutters stole quo to the (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out cryogenics, stubborn
talk shit wit' a tongue full a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol through sugar
Four-piece wit' a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now what if in the cabin built the old
Opened the mirror, a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me is the vibe with the Vulcan's (hope!)
I'm the catapult (Catapult!)
I it down to the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural more bangs for the buck
But want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the glove (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, cradling the of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the sickly thawed out the
Beggin' for the freezer burn; 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 chase we all catch vapors
Don't call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the malarkey
It's not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your penny at the
A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all back just to nullify the
Mic's crumble we be rockin' right; in the of the Troglodyte
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, not!) Guess what else, I transmit from the block!
T-Rex - X-Ray 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 time left. (Keep ya up now)
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would it)
Your will be down 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...