$ki Mask The Slump God - Alien Sex lyrics

[Part I: Catch Me Outside, Pt. 2] [Intro] Yuh, yuh [Verse] She need a father figure, I need a shot of liquor So come here, baby, arch your back, ’cause I’m a posture fixer Pass my crumpets and elixir, Harry Potter wizard Touchin’ money, different colors like I’m playin’ Twister Huh, brand new Prada getter I can’t fu*k with shawty unless I can make a dollar with her All my b*tches act like tools, but they Scissor Sisters sh*ttin’ on them, I’m like, “Cool, they just kitty litter” Huh, yeah, hasta la vista I’m tryna put somethin’ in your egg like it’s Easter Breaking Bad, when I whip my wrist, I break a beaker In my head, just tryna control me like a dealer Huh, on the hunt for a hun like Attila Keep a shell on me like a armadillo What’s that smell on me? That Chanel on me I’m a fire breathin’ dragon, light the spell on me [Part II: Alien Sex] [Intro] Yuh, yuh [Chorus] This that hold your breath (Breath), cardiac arrest (‘Rest) They say that my music sound like alien sex (Water!) Alien sex (Wet), I am not impressed (Ha-ha) Well, if you must confess, better say it with your chest (Yuh) This that hold your breath (Breath), cardiac arrest (Huh) They say that my music sound like alien sex (Yuh, yuh) Alien sex (Yuh, yuh), I am not impressed (Water) Well, if you must confess, better say it with your chest, b*tch (Water!) [Verse] Tryna get the bottom of me, I am an anomaly Made you think of Insidious, got a monster inside of me I’m talkin’ an entity, ask me what that meant to me I say the lottery (Okay), ’cause nobody bother me (Okay) I am a philosopher (Uh-huh), something like the Socrates (What else?) And when I shoot the pistol (Mm-hm), I’m Megan with the knees (Yuh) They number two like pencil, couldn’t really fu*k around with me (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) I’m something like your dental ’cause my wisdom knocked-out teeth, b*tch (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) Okay (Uh-huh), okay (Ayy) Say you gettin’ chips, baby, Frito Lay (Free, ayy) Been gettin’ bread since before the back page Been gettin’ bread like a jar of mayonnaise Okay (Okay), okay (Ayy) You got bad energy, I might burn some sage The human centipede, sh*ttin’ on ’em all day Sneakin’ and geekin’, I tweak out, Nick Cage (Water!) Fish fillet, caviar, duck confit Don’t be alarmed, this is a regular Monday (Hee) No candy bar, yes, I’m thinkin’ ’bout a payday You are my food, look at my plate, I’m ’bout to say grace (Ayy) This that make a stank face like the mace spray (Mace spray) Uhm, this my flow, I hit it first like I’m Ray J (Ray J) Uhm, jump, mayday, uhm, jump, mayday Like it’s Friday and I’m Day-Day on a vacay (Ayy) [Chorus] This that hold your breath (Breath), cardiac arrest (‘Rest) They say that my music sound like alien sex (Water!) Alien sex (Wet!), I am not impressed (Ha-ha) Well, if you must confess, better say it with your chest (Huh) This that hold your breath (Breath), cardiac arrest (Yuh) They say that my music sound like alien sex (Yuh, yuh) Alien sex (Yuh, yuh), I am not impressed (Water) Well, if you must confess, better say it with your chest, b*tch