Aliens in Suits
[props to Jimmy Dyna & etze for helping out!]
Money in the bank
Aliens in suits own the money in your bank
As they phone home to the mothership
Five bar coverage
I received the call like “f** a b**h,”
I boast [?]
Barely under clothes
The brain got sweet
Putting jelly up the nose
I was absent
On the UFO sipping absinth
[Horion slave girl lust] tricking on the mattress
– oh my God! –
This is so pathetic
Had to tell green-skin “Listen y'all, forget it!”
Resuming the original
Planet dropping ba**lines
Hit the red bu*ton, trying to get me on the FaceTime
See a brother get strong/strung [?] in a secret location
Dropping n-bombs
I'm not in the club, I am on Nibiru
Looking at the sky, like “Planet Earth, I see you!”
Well dressed aliens swimming in your money
Keep – keep bouncing...
Yo, money in your pockets
Aliens in suits own the money in your pockets
Shake a tail feather to this, but remember
Your head is on a stick January to December
(remember, remember)
I'm a king, where's my crown at?
My super-large Ego is the ocean I'll drown at
Until then kneel before God
Pledge allegiance
Kneel before Zod – now! –
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a xenomorph
Are you entertained?
Observe while I teleport!
Get the door when opportunity knocks
Haters gonna hate, till them shoot me in the crotch
I don't give a f**
Here's a black dick to s**
I was somewhere else chilling putting drinks in a cup
Being awesome
Bea want me up on the foursome
Applaud him!
Well dressed aliens swimming in your money
Keep – keep bouncing...
Yo, money on your mind
Aliens in suits putting money on your mind
Wish you had money in your hand, not your mind
Feel the heat
Only thing that's getting tanned is your hide
Oh my goodness
What the hell is happening
Planets in alignment
Telling him to rap again, grab the pen
Write me a universe
Rapid fire like shots from an Uzi burst
Choose me first
I bring the chastising
You seem ga**ed, maybe a gas giant
Saturn and Jupiter, Neptune, Uran*s
Surf slang troubadour, back off, hiatus
He took a break beat[?] before he fell off
But he returned like “give us some money,” Bob Geldof!
Imbecile, still fab them in the base.[?]
Couldn't feel the funk if it slapped them in the face!
Well dressed aliens swimming in your money
Keep – keep bouncing...