[Intro]
You are now entering
The motherfucking hyperbolic time chamber (danger, danger, danger!)
Ground control to Major Tom (before has been [?])
Have we established contact with Matt Martians yet? (extra [?] whit no hoes)
You living in the jet age, bitch
About to hijack that rocket ship ([?] in the milky way [?])
I'm at the NASA offices with 40 art goons and 3 skinhead bitches (someone, I work on comand [?])
Name's Stephanie
Y'all already know, bitch (we are in danger, we are in danger, we are in danger!)
Let's go (is the art goons!)
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Well, it's Mr. Crash, the party's steady swinging on the chandelier
The rings up on my fingers got the power of the planeteers
I'm an asshole, someone get me out of here
Before I let my bitch go, glitch go, Vladimir
Hey, little wetback, where'd you get that jet pack?
And how the fuck did you survive a psychedelic sex trap?
I don't know, I'm just a pinball wizard
Who gets my rocks off?
Watch an Asian girl scissor (no!)
Yeah, hello, kitty, let me get between your chopsticks
And introduce your pussy to my rocket ship and cockpit
I'm off topic more often than not
But I could bury you alive, what kind of coffin you want?
And I am after the guap, and I'm the greediest type
A goon to fuck a moonslut on a meteorite
They say all stars die, bro, but I am still here
To show machines like me can never ever feel fear
Yeah
[Hook]
Yeah, recording live, recording live from the five-way
If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey)
Cause five is never enough
And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, uh
Recording live, recording live from the five-way
If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey)
Cause five is never enough
And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm still go, grill shining, boy (uh)
Word to Mr. Masterpiece (uh)
I can close my eyes and fucking finger paint a masterpiece
All black Cosby, chilling at the Crosby
With Ozzy Osbourne and his brother Rob Zombie
Mommy, why does Pastor Dave keep touching me?
I don't know, son, I think he haunts you like them huckabees
Luckily, I went ahead and skipped the church picnic
With a blonde named Bridget, I'm trying to get my dick licked
Dicking in her pussy, getting deeper than a dick lick
She thinks she going ham, but she really going piglet
I guess you silly bitches are sadder than a Eeyore
So I hit the dance floor strapped to some C4
I play you hoes like Syd played the keyboard
I blow that pussy up, bow, leave it all deformed
Backpacker turned, young trap rapper turned
Avant-garde genius and a fucking money stacker, boy
[Hook]
Recording live, recording live from the five-way
If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey)
Cause five is never enough
And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, uh
Recording live, recording live from the five-way
If you got an extra bitch, go and send her my way (hey)
Cause five is never enough
And I'm hanging in the gutter with degenerate punks, yeah
[Verse 3]
Winter, spring, or summer fall
Someone meant to born in ball
The art goon livin' in my mind, say, fuck it
Go and crush em' all
Winter, spring, or summer fall
I was meant to born in ball
The art goon livin' in my chest, say, fuck it
Go and crush em' all
[Outro]
Bitch
Westside art goon
Breaks with my fuckin' killers
Super 3 gettin' super head
Ha ha!
Bitch
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