Sciamachy - Ex-Alien lyrics

[Intro] Alien bu*t-s** man Holy sh**, ha-ha yeah Watch my flow dude Yo, hah! [Verse One] In my bed call me chief After that call me thief Hoes receive Make you eat dead babies Shooting loads like police Riding dick yelling, "Please! I want your calories!" No need for families when you're high on the munchies Sex is the story Filling all your needs Hating those 'V's cause I only do 'D's If you know what I mean No I don't know what you mean... b*tch I'M GAY [Verse Two] Oh my God sh**, is this b**h an alien? HOLY fu*k! I've never seen THAT hole before... (SKA!) b*tch, let's have some whack-a** s** Anything we do, better than my ex No pets, but I'll f** you like a T-Rex I love it when you choke me, can't reach my neck Better grab some goggles Put my semen in some bottles And I think I broke her tonsils Only f**ing with them models Think I f**ed a girl named Charles Got her s**ing on my caramels Drink some semen through some funnels Mumble through a f**ing muzzle Oh my God... sh**, that's f**ed up She's just chugging away, oh my God (Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp) WOO! [Verse Three] This is the close encounters Of the third kind Close encounters with the third kind Down below my belt Close encounters of the third kind Close encounters of the third kind Close encounters of the third kind