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

Mars attacks wit' 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 have high demands to this pigeon ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area
Not a threat, an witness won't injure the promise
Monster lead- carry your ligament in the mosh pit
Dodge vapor, 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 holster fabric
(This rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater claps to me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' in the fuel tank of a saucer
up and head down to the metal corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be lying if I I knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks action to save the race
You land in hand on board to mention (Blaze the place!)
Red five revival there's wires in the
Obviously, ultra take advance I point counterpoint
of ET verse little old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. Collective
establishment; you aint established shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They want us dead or without the 'aliiivee' Part
The sun rose over a body bag
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 soothes any invader practice
Stomped under like "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me above material and cardinal sin
They shot me in the

Mars (X5)

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

Zig zag zookah, pinnacle
the unlimited edish primitive piss
I'm singin' cynical maybe the most ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it
We on a three-ringed prong elephant tusk
Bitter, at (break bread!) you shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electra's not electric wars
Never seen a poor glimpse set fake (Last page!)
Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave reinventing the and roll out funny
on them Barney Rubble 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 face means smugger the muzzle
I'm allergic to the solo panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out cryogenics, stubborn
Can't shit wit' a tongue full a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol 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, a pulse with the voltage
Keeping me is the vibe with the Vulcan's (hope!)
I'm the divine (Catapult!)
I it down to the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Structural droids; more for the buck
But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the glove (buck it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, cradling the of the car man's kidney
Swarm to the sickly out the glacier
Beggin' for the burn; back every day sir!
Sir, your loves to fuck nature
Sir, your right to the of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh beacon's never set;
Who chase till we all 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 penny at the door
A lot of magic gadgets; give em' all just to nullify the savage
Mic's 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 in a storm
And I know you was hopin' that the 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!)

Aint no 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 down with a mouth full of pebbles
That's it man, no left.
Ya'll talkin'. It'll get you nowhere...