Mars Attacks

[Intro]

These lil', lil' fuckin' Martians

You gotta love em' though

[Verse 1]

Mars attacks wit' electric gats

Not for sapien abduction (What's up then?!)

Billy took a laser to the mug piece; hollowed out the mandible

Channel headquarters, order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)

BFI demands column to this pigeon ankle

And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area sickness

Not a threat, nary a witness won't injure the promise

Monster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pit

Dodge phaser, labor days are major A, sir

Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like Caddy Shack eight

I told her "Go for C4 magic's"

Smolder as did Bazooka Tooth holster fabric

This fucker's rabid and still breathing! (Hiding cabbage!)

Oh, the heater claps to leave me

I'mma ninja this shit with sugar in the fuel tank of the saucer

Buddy up and head down to the metal corporate tunnels

Ice pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed off the mother and um

I'd be lying if I said I knew your intentions

See my sexy sabotage thinks defensive action'll save the race

You lend a hand on board to mention magma (Blaze the place!)

Spread fire of your revival, there's wires in your Bible

Obviously, ultra tech advanced when I point-counterpoint

Comparison of ET vs. little old freak me (She be on somethin')

Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs, fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (Typical!) Pathetic ritual collective slackership

Beautiful establishment; you ain't established shit! I consider you foul

Prowl back to the numbers under burnt pride in the dark (Sup, y'all!)

They want us dead or alive without the alive part!

The sun rose over a body bag shortage

Last week I was like "God bless the saint that invented the cordless."

This week I sorta re-routed of the bull's-eye of my worship:

Temple-body slash full cabinet master my diversions

Fuck y'all, lets do this shit; My movement soothes any space invader practice

Stomped up to enemy like "Hey what now, bitch!?

I am human, hear me rise above material and cardinal sin."

They shot me in the face:

[Interlude]

Mars wins (Mars wins, Mars wins, Mars wins, Mars wins...)

(God morning, sir. May I show you something? Sir)

(Jet-black smoke on the horizon) Black smoke in the air

Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins! (I thought you would like it)

Who you screaming at dog? I got this! (Let's go.)

[Verse 2]

Zig zag 'zooka, pinnacle stitch

Unleash the unlimited edish primitive piss

I slip a cynical Mickey to most military ops

Monkey - here's how the filament drops

We on a pre-three prong ancient elephant tusk

Betamax fully, break bread

You shruggin' it off, keep it electric, sure

But NY Electric's not about electric war

It's "hunt, gather", see the poor man's clan set bait (Last page!)

Three, two, one, domesticate!

In the corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out funny

Sitting on them Barney Rubble twenties, subtle;

Sipping saber tooth blood puddle-

I could roll with the lackey's, that's if we hustle

Knuckle in the mud, hell's bells in the chuckle

Red-berried face means smudge around the muzzle

I'm allergic to the now-born solar panel cuddle

Stole cold to the core, dirt menace

Stone cold sans Alcor cryogenics - stubborn

Can't talk shit with a tongue full of rug burn

Got bad cholesterol, good blood sugar;

Four-piece heartbeats wit' a subwoofer!

I'm not asking you to act like you notice (Oh, Aesop's so Mesozoic)

And now I see that cabinets pills be old (Potent!)

Open the mirrors while I pulse with the voltage

Keeping me alive is the vibe with the Vulcan's hope!

Tangle the vine catapult (Catapult!)

I break it down to the bones of the crux with the goals of the age old

Eat. Sleep. Fuck

Structural droids; more bounce for the buck

But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in its butt (Buck wit' it!)

Prehistoric land shark business, cradled in the arms of the karma and kismet

Swarm to the sickly thawed out the glacier

Beggin' for the freezer burn; back every day, sir!

Sir, your science loves to fuck nature

Sir, your right to the dawn of my day, sir

Sir, your violent lab coat and beak can vivisect witches til we all catch vapors

(Give him)

Don't call it a sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the malarkey downfall

(One)

It's not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your panic at the door

(These)

A lotta of magic gadgets, give em all back just to nullify the savage

(Pills)

Mics crumble if we rock 'em right

In the year of the troglodyte

Saw a grey mouse gravy poured on a board

To the dull morose world like a lull in a storm

And I know you was hopin' that the piece for the ox was a dull sword, Ahk

Guess what: it's not! Guess what else: I transmit for the block!

T-Rex - X-Ray with triple X Hex (Give it up!)

For the yesterdays, or the next I can assure you if there is I got the sword

(Dead flesh!)

[Outro]

Ain't no time left (Keep ya head up now)

Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would like it)

Saw a- a bleak ending real quick