Mars Attacks Songtext
von Aesop Rock

These lil′, lil' fuckin′ Martians
You gotta love 'em though

Mars attacks with 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 phaser, labor days are major 'A′ sir
Cater the alien decomposer
Soldier platter like Caddy Shack 18th holder C-4 magic
Smolder as the Bazooka Tooth holster fabric
(This fucker's rabid and still breathing!)


(Hide the cabbage!) Hold the heater claps till evening
I′ma ninja this shit wit' sugar in the fuel tank of the saucer
Buddy up and head down to the metal cobra tunnels
Ice pick the saudered 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 take advancement of point counterpoint comparison of ET
Versе little old freak me
She be on some," 'Hey brittle sweet peas wit′ your nickel PCs, fickle CDs
Miserable TV sitcoms"

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 y′all!) They want us dead or alive without the alive 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 of the bull's-eye of my worship
Temple body slash skull-cabinet, master my diversions


(Fuck y′all!) Let's 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:
Mars wins. (Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins. Mars wins...)

(God morning, sir. May I show you something? Sir)
(Jet-black smoke on the horizon) Black smoke in the air
Mars wins! (I thought you would like it)
Who you screaming at dog? I got this! (Let′s go)

Zig-zag-zookah, pinnacle stitch
I limp via limited edish primitive pitch
I slip a cynicle Micky to most military ops
Monkey- Here's how filament drops

We on a pre-three prong
Ancient elephant tusk beta max bully break bread
You shruggin′ it off, keep it electric, sure
But NY Electric's not about electric wars

It's "hunt, gather", see the poor man′s clan set bait
(Last page!) Three, two, one, domesticate!
In the corner of the cave re-inventing the wheel
And roll out funny sittin′ on them Barney Rubble twenties

Subtle- Sippin' saber tooth blood puddle
Or corrode with the lackeys
Acticvely hutsle
Knuckle in the mud, hell′s bells in the chuckle
Red-berry face paint smudge round the muzzle

I'm allergic to the now-born solo panel cuddle
Stone cold to the core, dirt menace
Stone cold′s sans Alcor cryogenics - stubborn
Can't talk shit with a tongue full of rug burn

It goes bad cholesterol
Good blood sugar
Four-piece heartbeats wit′ a subwoofer!
Not asking you to act like you notice (Oh Aesop's SO Mesozoic)

Now I'm messy to the cabinet pill behold potent
Opened the mirror, swallow pulse with the voltage
Keeping me alive as to vibe with the Vulcan′s - hulk
Primal divine catapult (Catapult!)

I break it down to the bunk for the crux
With the goals of a age old: eat, sleep, fuck
Try to show droids
More bounce for the buck
But they won′t allow stegosaurs horns in the club

(Buck wit' it!) Prehistoric land shark business
Cradling the arms of karma and kismet
Swarm to the sickly thawed out the glacier
Beggin′ for the freezer burn back every day

Sir, your science loves to fuck nature
Sir, your riot are the dawn of my day, sir
Sir, your violent lab coat and beaker
Vivisect food chians til we all catch vapors (GIVE HIM)

Don't call it a sound-off
"Mars Attacks" be the malarkey downfall (ONE)
It′s not a game no more
Run from the flash, leave your pinny at the door (THESE)

A lot of magic gadgets
Give em' all back just to nullify the savage (PILLS)
Mic′s crumble if you rock 'em right
In the year of the Troglodyte

Its all grandma's gravy poured on a board
So the dull roar more like a lull in a storm
And I know you was hopin′ that the future for the Ox was a dull sword Ak
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 yesterday's, or the next
Gonna show you if there′s 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
Saw a- a bleak ending real quick
Maaaaarrrrrrrrssss wins! (See how strong you are then)
It's going down with a mouth full of pebbles
That′s it man, no time left
Ya'll keep talkin′. It'll get you nowhere...