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Atliens

Well, it's the M I crooked letter, ain't no one better

And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater

'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails

Oh Hell, there he go again talkin' that shitBend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a nerve

And now you 'bout to see this Southern playa serve

I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent

Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spendYou got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried

'Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out you scurry

So go get your fuckin' shine box and your sack of nickles

It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. PicklesDaddy fat sacks, B I G B O I

It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye

And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen

Givin' the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prisonNow throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yerNow throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yerNow, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation

To the female gender, ain't nothin' better

Let me know when it's wet enough to enter

If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends onIf or if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome

Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone

Or will it feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on

Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get goneThe alienators 'cause we different keep your hands to the sky

Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what I preach and don't lie

I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie

Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply? Now everybody sayNow throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yerNow throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yerEveryday I sit while my nigga be in school

Thinkin' about the second album at the Dungeon shootin' pool

Like E S to the P N, 'cause we adjust to the beat in the zone

Honey I'm home but I'm not marriedCarried a lot of problems around being frustrated

And now I'm sittin' at the end of the month I just made it

Like you made the B team and like

The daddy's wife you makin' the coffee

You heard the ATLiens so back the hell up off meSoftly as if I played piano in the dark

Found a way to channel my anger not to embark

The world's a stage and everybody gots to play they part

God works in mysterious ways so when he startsThe job of speakin' through us we be so sincere with this here

No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day

Put my Glock away I got a stronger weapon

That never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war, okay?Now throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yerNow throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit

Everybody let me hear you say oh yea yer

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