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

Mars attacks wit' electric
Not for abduction (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 this ankle
And boomeranging' our harvest; area sickness
Not a threat, an area won't injure the promise
Monster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the pit
Dodge vapor, days are major A sir
Cater the alien decomposer soldier like cabbage check eight
I her "go for C4 magic's"
Smolder as the Tooth holster fabric
(This rabid and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!)
Oh, the heater to leave me
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the tank of a saucer
Buddy up and down to the metal corporate tunnels
Ice pick the soldered wiring; pissed of the mother and um,
I'd be lying if I said I knew intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive to save the race
You land in hand on board to magma (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 riddle sweet wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual. slackership
Beautiful establishment; you aint shit! I consider you foul
Prowl back to the numbers under pride in the dark (sup yall!)
They want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee'
The sun rose a body bag shortage
Last week I was like 'god bless the saint invented the cordless'
This week I saw the re-wrap of the of my worship
Temple body bull-cabinet Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)
Lets do this shit, my movement soothes any invader practice
Stomped under enemy "Hey what now, bitch!?"
Hiding human hear me rise material and cardinal sin
They shot me in the

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' make it) Who you screaming at
I got this! (Lets go)

Zig zag zookah, pinnacle
Unleash the edish primitive piss
I'm cynical maybe the most military ops
Monkey! Here's elephant, and it
We on a three-ringed prong 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 of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out funny
Sittin' on them Barney Rubble twenties,
Sippin' Saber tooth blood
I could roll with the lackey's, that's if we
Knuckle in the mud, bells in the chuckle..
Red-berried face means smugger the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born solo cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)
Stone cold's hands out core cryogenics,
Can't talk shit wit' a full a' rug burn!
Bad cholesterol blood sugar
Four-piece heartbeats 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, stole a with the voltage
me alive is the vibe with the Vulcan's (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; more bangs for the
But they want a last - thorns in the glove (buck wit' it!)
Prehistoric land shark business, 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 science loves to fuck
Sir, your right to the of my day sir
Sir, your violent laugh homing beacon's never
Who chase till we all vapors
Don't call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the downfall
It's not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your penny at the
A lot of gadgets; give em' all back just to nullify the savage
crumble we be rockin' right; in the year of the Troglodyte
Saw a grey mouse rabid poured on a board to the morose world like a lull in a storm
And I you was hopin' that the piece for the ox was a dull sword, ah
(Guess what, it's not!) Guess what else, I transmit the block!
- X-Ray with 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 like it)
Your head will be down in the
We'll end it real
wins! (See how strong 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...