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

Mars attacks wit' electric gats Not for sapien
abduction (what's up then?!) Billy took a laser to
the mug piece; hallowed out the mandible Channel
headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars
attacksssss) We have high demands column to this
pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st
area sickness Not a threat, an area witness won't
injure the promise Monster lead- carry your
ligament fanged in the mosh pit Dodge vapor, labor
days are major A sir Cater the alien decomposer
soldier platter like cabbage check eight I told
her "go for C4 magic's" Smolder as the
Bazooka Tooth holster fabric (This fucker's rabid
and still breathing!) (Hiding cabbage!) Oh, the
heater claps to leave me I'ma ninja this shit wit'
sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer Buddy up and
head down to the metal corporate tunnels Ice pick
the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and
um, I'd be lying if I said I knew your intentions
See my sexy sabotage seeks defensive action to
save the race You land in hand on board to mention
magma (Blaze the place!) Red five revival there's
wires in the bible Obviously, ultra take advance
when I point counterpoint Comparison of ET verse
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 aint established shit! I
consider you foul Prowl back to the numbers under
burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!) They want us
dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' 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 saw the re-wrap of the bull's-eye of
my worship Temple body slash bull-cabinet
Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!) Lets do this
shit, my movement soothes any space invader
practice Stomped under enemy like "Hey what
now, bitch!?" Hiding human hear me rise above
material and cardinal sin They shot me in the face

Mars wins (X5)

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

Zig zag zookah, pinnacle stitch Unleash the
unlimited edish primitive piss I'm singin' cynical
maybe the most military ops Monkey! Here's
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ancient elephant tusk Bitter, at fully (break
bread!) you shruggin' it off Keep it electric,
sure, But NY Electra's not about electric wars
Never seen a poor man's glimpse set fake (Last
page!) Three, two, one, domesticate! In the corner
of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out
funny Sittin' on them Barney Rubble twenties,
subtle Sippin' 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 smugger round the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born solo panel cutters
stole quo to the core (dirt mess!) Stone cold's
hands out core cryogenics, stubborn Can't talk
shit wit' a tongue full a' rug burn! Bad
cholesterol through blood sugar Four-piece
heartbeats wit' a subwoofer! I'm not asking you to
act like you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic.) Now
what if in the cabin built the old pulping? Opened
the mirror, stole a pulse with the voltage Keeping
me alive is the vibe with the Vulcan's (hope!) I'm
the divine catapult (Catapult!) I break it down to
the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel
Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Structural droids; more bangs
for the buck But they want a last stegosaurs -
thorns in the glove (buck wit' it!) Prehistoric
land shark business, cradling the arms of the car
man's kidney 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 laugh homing beacon's never set; Who
chase till we all catch vapors Don't call it a
sound-off, "Mars Attacks" be the
malarkey downfall It's not a game no more, run
from the flash, leave your penny at the door A lot
of magic gadgets; give em' all back just to
nullify the savage Mic's 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 storm And I know you was
hopin' that the piece for the ox was a dull sword,
ah (Guess what, it's not!) Guess what else, I
transmit from the block! T-Rex - X-Ray with triple
X Hex (give it up!) For the yesterdays, or the
next I can assure you if the RZA got the sword,
(dead flesh!)

Aint no time left. (Keep ya head up now)
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would like
it) Your head will be down in the dirt We'll end
it real quick Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (See how
strong you are then..) Your head down with a mouth
full of pebbles That's it man, no time left.
Ya'll keep talkin'. It'll get you nowhere...