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Arsonists - Space Junk lyrics
"Invasion by creatures from space confirmed New York City may be the next objective" [Jise One] It's the four season apparel stand guard double a triscar Bi-charred inferno by far the weapon used to spar Too many SQUADS to boil my temper's soul Console my wretched side every time my lyrics' exposed I lived the life of moles, underground in sync with Earth The birth of my asylum exploit divert my excerpt for what it's worth, I can't stand this ball of dirt Insert flirt to rhythm juggs, booty bangin the word surf Buji tanning berserk nerf, echo hollow the pocket hirsch Nurse the purse from singin in thirst, searching the outskirts The shit hurt when my tears burst for late rent, bent curse It lurks turf, broke, ain't trying to get worst [Kinetic NRG] Militant mercenary chief mechanic antics manage navigating falcons in the Y2K Han Solo toucher laugh it up dickface Took ol' girl on a joy ride faded off Obi Won and crashed into the Death Star's remains Tapped the right side of my heart twice entering the faculties State of the Art SS Enterprise coordinates North Star Last wednesday Worf traded a communicator for a blaster laser While palming the ass of you wife Leah talking dirty alpha-beta Teamed up and double penetrated her, she called my Shlong Vader Swallow for daddy baby I'm a proud father Twisted her bubble yum flooded her gums with cum that dripped down to her garter Data filming from the closet made her come harder Sold a million copies to Jabba Discussing business over Java Ended up moving each unit for 80 dollars Drove off in a space Impala Watching EPs of Buck Rogers Chewbacca knocka rocks for the brolic hip-hoppas Facin their dramas follow these orders [Chorus: Jise One] We on express trains to funk Here something that you should bump Space junk I got ya ears crunk up (Makin 'em jump jump!) Got ladies shaking they ass My niggas gettin 'em drunk you brick game We ASF, we shoot dunks (Makin 'em jump jump!) [Jise One] I stand in the ring, archangels me and myself Stealth vocal local legitimize word melt, the way that I felt Shelf the agonizing bad half, you trash Wrath taking over the world, but I'm glad Sit back and laugh (haaah) I bleed smoke through my nostril, rugged apostle Make it impossible for you to return, rhymes are obstacles I piss icicles, sub-zero blood in my veins Raising caine sprinkled with novacaine heartaches and pains [Kinetic NRG] I fried my brain smoking klingon strange with Worf and Bubba Fett Engage in danger room sequence forty eight sparrin' in holodecks When bored I download dirty holographic porn from the Internet Dot com slippery when wet it's the biggest threat to real live sex My cryptic axe left a bloody sketch on the walls of her vortex Robo snatch chips attached emulate plasma splash Tap that ass with a force of a backdraft so do the math Rather be disease free chewy than loaded with ticks and fleas Wookie please, I'm on jacks with C3PO's speaking Japanese Moshie mosh travel talk, which galaxy smokes the best trees? Between you and me, I could care less about wack MCs Rather be part of dynasties, snatching titles of New York Kings (Chorus 2x) |
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