Lyrics Space Junk - Arsonists
"Invasion
by
creatures
from
space
confirmed
New
York
City
may
be
the
next
objective"
(Jise
One)
It's
the
four
season
apparel
stand
guard
double
a
triscar
Bi-charred
inferno
by
far
the
weapon
used
to
spar
Too
many
SQUADS
to
boil
my
temper's
soul
Console
my
wretched
side
every
time
my
lyrics'
exposed
I
lived
the
life
of
moles,
underground
in
sync
with
Earth
The
birth
of
my
asylum
exploit
divert
my
excerpt
For
what
it's
worth,
I
can't
stand
this
ball
of
dirt
Insert
flirt
to
rhythm
juggs,
booty
bangin
the
word
surf
Buji
tanning
berserk
nerf,
echo
hollow
the
pocket
hirsch
Nurse
the
purse
from
singin
in
thirst,
searching
the
outskirts
The
shit
hurt
when
my
tears
burst
for
late
rent,
bent
curse
It
lurks
turf,
broke,
ain't
trying
to
get
worst
(Kinetic
NRG)
Militant
mercenary
chief
mechanic
antics
manage
navigating
falcons
in
the
Y2K
Han
Solo
toucher
laugh
it
up
dickface
Took
ol'
girl
on
a
joy
ride
faded
off
Obi
Won
and
crashed
into
the
Death
Star's
remains
Tapped
the
right
side
of
my
heart
twice
entering
the
faculties
State
of
the
Art
SS
Enterprise
coordinates
North
Star
Last
wednesday
Worf
traded
a
communicator
for
a
blaster
laser
While
palming
the
ass
of
you
wife
Leah
talking
dirty
alpha-beta
Teamed
up
and
double
penetrated
her,
she
called
my
Shlong
Vader
Swallow
for
daddy
baby
I'm
a
proud
father
Twisted
her
bubble
yum
flooded
her
gums
with
cum
that
dripped
down
to
her
garter
Data
filming
from
the
closet
made
her
come
harder
Sold
a
million
copies
to
Jabba
Discussing
business
over
Java
Ended
up
moving
each
unit
for
80
dollars
Drove
off
in
a
space
Impala
Watching
EPs
of
Buck
Rogers
Chewbacca
knocka
rocks
for
the
brolic
hip-hoppas
Facin
their
dramas
follow
these
orders
(Jise
One)
We
on
express
trains
to
funk
Here
something
that
you
should
bump
Space
junk
I
got
ya
ears
crunk
up
(Makin
'em
jump
jump!)
Got
ladies
shaking
they
ass
My
niggas
gettin
'em
drunk
you
brick
game
We
ASF,
we
shoot
dunks
(Makin
'em
jump
jump!)
(Jise
One)
I
stand
in
the
ring,
archangels
me
and
myself
Stealth
vocal
local
legitimize
word
melt,
the
way
that
I
felt
Shelf
the
agonizing
bad
half,
you
trash
Wrath
taking
over
the
world,
but
I'm
glad
Sit
back
and
laugh
(haaah)
I
bleed
smoke
through
my
nostril,
rugged
apostle
Make
it
impossible
for
you
to
return,
rhymes
are
obstacles
I
piss
icicles,
sub-zero
blood
in
my
veins
Raising
caine
sprinkled
with
novacaine
heartaches
and
pains
(Kinetic
NRG)
I
fried
my
brain
smoking
klingon
strange
with
Worf
and
Bubba
Fett
Engage
in
danger
room
sequence
forty
eight
sparrin'
in
holodecks
When
bored
I
download
dirty
holographic
porn
from
the
Internet
Dot
com
slippery
when
wet
it's
the
biggest
threat
to
real
live
sex
My
cryptic
axe
left
a
bloody
sketch
on
the
walls
of
her
vortex
Robo
snatch
chips
attached
emulate
plasma
splash
Tap
that
ass
with
a
force
of
a
backdraft
so
do
the
math
Rather
be
disease
free
chewy
than
loaded
with
ticks
and
fleas
Wookie
please,
I'm
on
jacks
with
C3PO's
speaking
Japanese
Moshie
mosh
travel
talk,
which
galaxy
smokes
the
best
trees?
Between
you
and
me,
I
could
care
less
about
wack
MCs
Rather
be
part
of
dynasties,
snatching
titles
of
New
York
Kings
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