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Текст песни Aesop Rock - Mars Attacks

Aesop Rock - Mars Attacks слова песни

These lil`, lil` fuckin` Martiansyou gotta love em` thoughMars attacks wit` electric gatsNot for sapien abduction (what`s up then?!)Billy took a laser to the mug piece; hallowed out the mandibleChannel headquarters order the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss)FBI demands column to this pigeon ankleAnd boomeranging` our harvest; 51st area sicknessNot a threat, an area witness won`t injure the promiseMonster lead- carry your ligament fanged in the mosh pitDodge vapor, labor days are major A sirCater the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage check eightI 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 meI`ma ninja this shit wit` sugar in the fuel tank of a saucerBuddy up and head down to the metal corporate tunnelsIce pick the soldered ship wiring; pissed of the mother and umI`d be lying if I said I knew your intentionsSee my sexy sabotage thinks defensive action to save the raceYou land in hand on board to mention magma (Blaze the place!)Red five revival there`s wires in the bibleObviously, ultra take advance when I point counterpointComparison 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 slackershipBeautiful establishment; you ain`t established shit! I consider you foulProwl back to the numbers under burnt pride in the dark (sup yall!)They want us dead or alive without the `aliiivee` PartThe sun rose over a body bag shortageLast 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 worshipTemple body slash bull-cabinet Mastermind diversions (Fuck yall!)Lets do this shit, my movement soothes any space invader practiceStomped under enemy like "Hey what now, bitch!?"Hiding human hear me rise above material and cardinal sinThey shot me in the faceMars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins(Jet-black smoke on the horizon) Black smoke in the airMaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssss wins! (I thought you would like it)Who you screaming at dog? I got this! (Lets go)Zig zag zookah, pinnacle stitchUnleash the unlimited edish primitive pissI`m singin` cynical maybe the most military opsMonkey! Here`s elephant, and it dropsWe on a three-ringed prong ancient elephant tuskBitter, at fully (break bread!) you shruggin` it offKeep it electric, sure, But NY Electra`s not about electric warsNever seen a poor man`s glimpse set fake (Last page!)Three, two, one, domesticate!The dawning of the cave man who invented the wheel and roll out funnySittin` on a bundle rolled with twenties, subtleSippin` Saber tooth blood puddle-I could roll with the lackey`s, that`s if we hustleKnuckle in the mud, hell`s bells in the jungleRed-berried face means smugger round the muzzleI`m allergic to the now-born solo panel cutters stole quo to the core (dirt mess!)Stone cold`s hands out core cryogenics, stubbornCan`t talk shit wit` a tongue full a` rubber!Bad cholesterol through blood sugarFour-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 voltageKeeping me alive is the vibe with the Vulcan`s (hope!)Tangle the vine catapult (Catapult!)I break it down to the bunk for the crooks wit` the goals of a angelEat. Sleep. FuckStructural droids; more bangs for the buckBut they want a last stegosaurs - thorns in the glove (buck wit` it!)Pre-stork land shark business, cradling the arms of the car man kidneySwarm to the sickly thawed out the glacierBeggin` for the freezer burn; back every day sir!Sir, your science loves to fuck natureSir, your right to the dawn of my day sirSir, your violent laugh homing beacon is sad; who chase till we all catch vaporsDon`t call it a sound-off, `Mars Attacks" be the malarkey downfallIt`s not a game no more, run from the flash, leave your penny at the doorA lotta of magic gadgets; give em all back just to nullify the savageMic`s crumble we be rockin` right - in the year of the dropper tightSaw a grey mouse rabied poured on a boardto the dull morose world like a lull in a stormAnd 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 Hexen (give it up!)For the yesterdays, or the next I can assure you if there is I got the sword(dead flesh!)Aint no time left. (Keep ya head up now)Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (I thought you would like it)(Random thoughts until end)*

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