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

Mars attacks wit' electric
Not for abduction (what's up then?!)
Billy took a laser to the mug piece; out the mandible
headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)
We have high demands column to pigeon ankle
And our harvest; 51st area sickness
Not a threat, an area witness won't the promise
Monster lead- carry ligament fanged in the mosh pit
vapor, labor days are major A sir
Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage check
I her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Bazooka holster fabric
(This rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater to leave me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel of a saucer
Buddy up and down to the metal corporate tunnels
Ice the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be if I said I knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks action to save the race
You land in hand on board to magma (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival there's wires in the
Obviously, ultra take when I point counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse little old me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. slackership
Beautiful establishment; you aint established shit! I you foul
Prowl back to the under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee'
The sun over a body bag shortage
Last week I was like 'god the saint that invented the cordless'
week 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 like "Hey now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me rise above and cardinal sin
shot me in the face

Mars (X5)

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

Zig zag zookah, pinnacle
Unleash the unlimited primitive piss
I'm cynical maybe the most military ops
Monkey! elephant, and it drops
We on a three-ringed ancient elephant tusk
Bitter, at fully (break bread!) you it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not about wars
Never seen a poor man's 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' Saber tooth blood
I could with the lackey's, that's if we hustle
Knuckle in the mud, bells in the chuckle..
Red-berried face means round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the solo panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
cold's hands out core cryogenics, stubborn
Can't talk shit wit' a tongue a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol through blood
Four-piece wit' a subwoofer!
I'm not you to act like you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.)
Now if in the cabin built the old pulping?
Opened the mirror, a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me alive is the vibe with the (hope!)
I'm the catapult (Catapult!)
I break it down to the bunk for the crooks wit' the of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural droids; bangs for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - in the glove (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, cradling the of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the thawed out the glacier
Beggin' for the freezer back every day sir!
Sir, your science loves to fuck
Sir, right to the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing never set;
Who till 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
crumble we be rockin' right; in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the dull morose world like a lull in a
And I know you was hopin' that the piece for the ox was a sword, ah
(Guess what, it's not!) Guess else, I transmit from the block!
T-Rex - X-Ray with X Hex (give it up!)
For the yesterdays, or the I can assure you if the RZA got the sword, (dead flesh!)

Aint no left. (Keep ya head up now)
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you like 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...