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

Mars attacks electric 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 column to pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st sickness
Not a threat, an area witness won't injure the
Monster lead- carry ligament fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, labor days are 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 rabid and breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the claps to leave me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the tank of a saucer
Buddy up and head down to the metal tunnels
Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the and um,
I'd be lying if I said I your intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive to save the race
You land in hand on to mention magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival there's in the bible
Obviously, ultra take advance when I counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse little old me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
Beautiful establishment; you aint shit! I consider you foul
back to the numbers under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They want us or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose a body bag shortage
Last week I was like 'god bless the saint that invented the
This week I saw the re-wrap of the bull's-eye of my
Temple body slash bull-cabinet diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my movement soothes any space invader
Stomped under like "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me above material and cardinal sin
shot 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 thought you like it)
(We gon' make it) Who you at dog?
I got this! (Lets go)

Zig zag zookah, stitch
Unleash the unlimited primitive piss
I'm singin' cynical maybe the most ops
Monkey! elephant, and it drops
We on a prong ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric
Never seen a poor man's glimpse set (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out
Sittin' on them Rubble twenties, subtle
Sippin' tooth blood puddle-
I could roll with the lackey's, if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, hell's in the chuckle..
Red-berried face smugger round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out cryogenics, stubborn
Can't talk shit wit' a full a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol blood sugar
Four-piece wit' a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act like you notice (Oh 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 divine (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the crooks the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural droids; more bangs for the
But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the glove (buck it!)
Prehistoric shark business, cradling the arms of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the thawed out the glacier
Beggin' for the freezer burn; every day sir!
Sir, your loves to fuck nature
Sir, right to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent homing beacon's never 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 your penny at the
A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all 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 board to the dull morose like 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!) Guess what else, I transmit the block!
T-Rex - 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)
wins! (I thought you would like it)
Your will be down in the dirt
end it real quick
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (See how you are then..)
Your head down a mouth full of pebbles
it man, no time left.
Ya'll keep talkin'. get you nowhere...