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 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' 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 the age old 
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...