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Aesop Rock - Mars Attacks lyrics
Artist: Aesop Rock Album:Bazooka Tooth Song: Mars Attacks Typed by: (THISisFantoM@hotmail.com) 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 fae 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 elephant, and it drops We on a three-ringed prong 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' rugburn! 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 devine 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 Troclodyte Saw a grey mouse rabied 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 pebbels That's it man, no time left. Yall keep talkin'.It'l get you nowhere... |
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