These lil', lil' fuckin' Martians

You gotta love 'em though

Mars attacks with 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)

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 phaser, labor days are major 'A' sir

Cater the alien decomposer

Soldier platter like Caddy Shack 18th holder C-4 magic

Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth holster fabric

(This fucker's rabid and still breathing!)

(Hide the cabbage!) Hold the heater claps till evening

I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of the saucer

Buddy up and head down to the metal cobra tunnels

Ice pick the saudered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and um

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

See my sexy sabotage sings defensive action to save the race

You landed hand on 4th dimension magnum (Blaze the place!)

Spread fiery arrival, there's wires in your bible

Obviously, ultra take advancement of point counterpoint comparison of ET

Versе little old freak me

She be on some," 'Hey brittle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs, fickle CDs

Miserable TV sitcoms"

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 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 sort of re-routed of the bull's-eye of my worship

Temple body slash skull-cabinet, master my diversions

(Fuck y'all!) Let's 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. (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

Mars wins! (I thought you would like it)

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

Zig-zag-zookah, pinnacle stitch

I limp via limited edish primitive pitch

I slip a cynicle Micky to most military ops

Monkey- Here's how filament drops

We on a pre-three prong

Ancient elephant tusk beta max bully break bread

You shruggin' it off, keep it electric, sure

But NY Electric's not about electric wars

It's "hunt, gather", see the poor man's clan set bait

(Last page!) Three, two, one, domesticate!

In the corner of the cave re-inventing the wheel

And roll out funny sittin' on them Barney Rubble twenties

Subtle- Sippin' saber tooth blood puddle

Or corrode with the lackeys

Acticvely hutsle

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

Red-berry face paint smudge round the muzzle

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

Stone cold to the core, dirt menace

Stone cold's sans Alcor cryogenics - stubborn

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

It goes bad cholesterol

Good blood sugar

Four-piece heartbeats wit' a subwoofer!

Not asking you to act like you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic)

Now I'm messy to the cabinet pill behold potent

Opened the mirror, swallow pulse with the voltage

Keeping me alive as to vibe with the Vulcan's - hulk

Primal divine catapult (Catapult!)

I break it down to the bunk for the crux

With the goals of a age old: eat, sleep, fuck

Try to show droids

More bounce for the buck

But they won't allow stegosaurs horns in the club

(Buck wit' it!) Prehistoric land shark business

Cradling the arms of karma and kismet

Swarm to the sickly thawed out the glacier

Beggin' for the freezer burn back every day

Sir, your science loves to fuck nature

Sir, your riot are the dawn of my day, sir

Sir, your violent lab coat and beaker

Vivisect food chians 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 pinny at the door (THESE)

A lot of magic gadgets

Give em' all back just to nullify the savage (PILLS)

Mic's crumble if you rock 'em right

In the year of the Troglodyte

Its all grandma's gravy poured on a board

So the dull roar more like a lull in a storm

And I know you was hopin' that the future for the Ox was a dull sword Ak

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 yesterday's, or the next

Gonna show you if there's God to sort 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

Saw a- a bleak ending real quick

Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (See how strong you are then)

It's going down with a mouth full of pebbles

That's it man, no time left

Ya'll keep talkin'. It'll get you nowhere...