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)
Tack your defied demands column to this pigeon ankle
And boomerang him or harvest 51st area sickness
Not a threat, nary a witness won't inch it to promise
Monster led carrier ligament fanged in the mosh pit
Dodge phaser, labor dazer major 'A' sir
Carter to alien decomposure soldier played her
like caddy shack 18th holer gopher C-4 magic
Smolder as did Bazooka Tooth holster fabric
This fucker's rabid and still breathing (Hide the cabbage)
Hold the heater claps 'til evening
I'ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of a saucer
Buddy up and head down to the metal cobra 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 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-tech advance of point/counterpoint
Comparison of ET verse little old freak me
She be on some
"Hey brittle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs, fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical)
Pathetic. Ritual collective slacker shit
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 sort of re-routed the bull's-eye of my worship
Temple body slash skull cabinet, master my diversions like
"Fuck yall, lets do this shit," my movement soothes any space invader practice
Stomped up to enemy like "Hey what now, bitch!?"
I am 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
I limp via edish primitive pitch
I slip a cynical Mickey to most military ops
Monkey. Here's how the filament drops
We on a pre-three pronged ancient elephant tusk
beta max bully break bread
You shruggin' it off
Keep it electric, sure, But NY Electric's not about electric war
It's hunt/gather, see the poor man's clan set bait
Three, two, one, domesticate
In the corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out funny
Sittin' on them Barney Rubble twenties, subtle
Sip a saber tooth blood puddle
or corrode with the lackey's, actively hustle
Knuckle in the mud, hell's bells in the chuckle..
Red-berry face paint smudge around the muzzle
I'm allergic to the now-born solo panel cutter stone cold to the core dirt menace
Stone cold sans Alcore cryogenics, stubborn
Can't talk shit wit' a tongue full a' rugburn
It goes bad cholesterol, good blood sugar
Four-piece heartbeats wit' a subwoofer
I'm not asking you to act like you notice (oh Aesop's SO mesozoic)
And I'm messy to the cabinet pills beyond potent
Open the mirror, swallow pulse with the voltage
Keeps me alive as to vibe with the Vulcan's (Hulk)
Primal devine catapult (catapult)
I break it down to the bones of the crux wit' the goals of the age old:
Eat. Sleep. Fuck.
Try to show droids more bounce for the buck
But they wont allow stegosaurs horns in the club (bark wit' it)
Prehistoric land shark business, cradling the arms of the karma and kismet
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 riots are the dawn of my day sir
Sir, your violent lab coat and beaker vivisect food chain's til 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 pinny at the door
Love the magic gadgets, give em' all back just to nullify the savage
Mic's crumble if you rock 'em right, in the year of the troglodyte
It's all grandmas gravy poured on the board so the dull roar's more like a lull in the storm
And I know you was hopin' that the future of the Ox was a dull sword, ak
Guess what, it's not! Guess what else, I transmit for the block
T-Rex X-Ray with triple X Hex
Give it up for the yesterdays, or the next gonna show you if there is a 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
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'll get you nowhere...

Lyrics submitted by bengt12

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