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| Song: | Mars attacks |
| Album: | Bazooka tooth | Genres: | |
| Year: | | Length: | 277 sec |
Lyricist: Aesop Rock
Lyrics:
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 Vers? 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...
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