Mars Attacks Lyrics - Aesop Rock

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; 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 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 the 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 

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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 a angel 

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!) 

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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...