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

Mars attacks electric gats
Not for sapien (what's up then?!)
took a laser to the mug piece; hallowed out the mandible
Channel headquarters the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
We high demands column to this pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our 51st area sickness
Not a threat, an area witness won't injure the
Monster lead- carry ligament fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, labor are major A sir
Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage check
I her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth fabric
(This rabid 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 head down to the corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered ship pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be lying if I said I knew your
See my sexy sabotage seeks action to save the race
You land in hand on board to mention (Blaze the place!)
Red revival there's wires in the bible
Obviously, take advance when I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET little old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. slackership
establishment; you aint established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose over a bag shortage
Last week I was like 'god bless the saint invented the cordless'
This week I saw the of the bull's-eye of my worship
Temple body slash bull-cabinet diversions (Fuck yall!)
do this shit, my movement soothes any space invader practice
Stomped under enemy "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human me rise above material and cardinal sin
They me in the face

wins (X5)

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

Zig zag zookah, stitch
the unlimited edish primitive piss
I'm cynical maybe the most military ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it
We on a prong ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about electric wars
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, that's if we
Knuckle in the mud, hell's in the chuckle..
Red-berried face means smugger the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born solo panel cutters quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's out core cryogenics, stubborn
Can't talk wit' a tongue full a' rug burn!
Bad through blood sugar
Four-piece heartbeats a subwoofer!
I'm not asking you to act you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now if in the cabin built the old pulping?
Opened the mirror, stole a pulse 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 wit' the goals of a
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural droids; more for the buck
But they want a last - thorns in the glove (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 burn; back day sir!
Sir, your science loves to fuck
Sir, your to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh 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 back just to nullify the
Mic's we be rockin' right; in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a grey mouse rabid on a board 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, it's not!) what else, I transmit from the block!
T-Rex - X-Ray triple X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the I can assure you if the RZA got the sword, (dead flesh!)

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