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

Mars wit' electric gats
Not for sapien (what's up then?!)
Billy a laser to the mug piece; hallowed out the mandible
headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
We have high column to this pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; area sickness
Not a threat, an area witness won't injure the
Monster lead- carry your 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 holster
(This fucker's and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the claps to leave me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' in the fuel tank of a saucer
Buddy up and head down to the metal corporate
Ice the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be lying if I I knew your intentions
See my sabotage seeks defensive action to save the race
You land in hand on board to magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival wires in the bible
Obviously, ultra advance when I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
Beautiful you aint established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl 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 I was like 'god bless the saint that invented the cordless'
This I saw the re-wrap of the bull's-eye of my worship
Temple body slash Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my movement 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 with your on fire
(Jet-black smoke on the horizon) smoke 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, pinnacle
Unleash the unlimited edish primitive
I'm singin' cynical maybe the military ops
Monkey! elephant, and it drops
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 a poor man's glimpse set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out
on them Barney Rubble twenties, subtle
Sippin' tooth blood puddle-
I could roll with the lackey'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 stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone hands out core cryogenics, stubborn
Can't shit 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 what if in the cabin built the old
Opened the mirror, stole a with the voltage
Keeping me is the vibe with the Vulcan's (hope!)
I'm the divine (Catapult!)
I break it to the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural droids; bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the glove (buck it!)
Prehistoric land business, cradling the arms of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the thawed out the glacier
Beggin' for the freezer back every day sir!
Sir, your loves to fuck nature
Sir, right to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, violent laugh homing beacon's never set;
Who chase we all catch vapors
call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the malarkey downfall
It's not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your at the door
A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all back just to the savage
Mic's crumble we be right; in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a to the dull morose world like a lull in a storm
And I know you was that 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)
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would it)
head will be down in the dirt
We'll end it real
wins! (See how strong you are then..)
Your head down with a mouth full of
That's it man, no left.
Ya'll talkin'. It'll get you nowhere...