tunafish

i got big friends in business

callin me in stock tips

martha stewert in the kitchen whippin me up some eggs quick

call that a wifey

and a ho too

put the hands on the kid like a motherfuckin pettin zoo

and then you'll see

what the martian does

to a p. i. g.

p. i. m. p. ing

make your wifey swing

until the next rolled L

i'll chill

relax

bake a macotti from my bedside

sacrilege

legalize cannabis and rape a councilman

put it on the earth web like i'm achin for a search plan

duck and weave through orion's belt

sling mercurial blow, track numbers with a pen tip of felt

it's just some shit that we do

the crew

martians and space cowboys crafting up some hiphop loops

bebop pop

real shit that is,

real talk i spit,

real dense them nugs

real pure that coke

real clever them words

synthetic your lives be

not me

i'm literally telling the truth always

literally flying between mars and earth hallways

it's called the hustle drug game

abductions for fun mayne

 

probe a white bitch's ass, shits and giggles

it's all in good fun when i spit, appear to be peerless

intergalactic republicans, i'm on top so wealth trickles

drug giggles

i'm on top and green semen trickles

from the brown tan leather face

erase memories from her simple primitive brain

quick pain, then it's done my darlin

not just foreign, i'm in orbit

six shots and a spinal tap and it's done darlin

no worries,

 

my father was a salesman,

import export

it's all i know to make a solid profit

there will be blood

false prophets for profit

no logic in my plans when i erase the minds of mans

just so they forget where they come from and step up and blam blam

a piggy or their fam,

it makes no difference to me

as long as they be locked up, paranoid, OCD

after i fuck with their primate brains

smoke flames,

erotic tapes

and runnin trains

it's just some alien shit

running train on a earth bitch

earth tits sold to the highest bidder

mixin gin and bitters

no one does this bigger

than

the corporal

the alien junta

the teenage fuckboys from the solar system

no conscience just contras

mercury coke and martian cock went in ya

put the terrans in their fuckin place

below our spots

so fuck and chill and smokin alotta pots

it's just what we martian middle upper class kids do for fun

like politicians and corporate pigs did to our forebears

worked up from sweat and tears

still enslaving all our peers

fuck society we chant as we work 9 to 5

to relax we fly

get high

fuck with terrans after work

it's just some terrorist shit

no biggie

fuck off

biggie

cigarette packs, two pops of a pressed chemical tablet

2pac, four shots that all missed

damn i love imported earth tuna fish