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alien porno king - hank lyrics

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[e-reck]
reacted black mask
a sack of rat sh-t laquer

i shat inside the satellite pact-fight data

drivin past ’em on the positive past tense matta’
aside the opti-tidal white-out light

we lost lipital lag laughin’ it at ’em
master the son of the craft is sin at ’em

in the name of science yo i dub thee the cuck
the troubles when in the minds giants
ayo they in the cup we beam em up
and stream ’em through your uncles f-ckin’ b-tt

he bruised all the backhand steam bandits
and they lyin through the leap

old sick p-ssy tryin’ to laser for the fleet
and to blast the anti-node electrode
but not the right now though
i’ve got to clear this hex code

the dna fits just one way
i got two million sets yo
and they call me e reck though

p-rnokings the only thing that’s next hoe

[?] im your new f-ckin’ dad, george

[dr robit]
we came from the far
but the not too far
backwards time traveling
back to sp-ce bars

im packaging haggle stats
to l-sterless stars
i’m burning out pulsar blasts
of robo-catastrophic impacts

charges mastering black fiists
of static static impacts
of long lasted wacko-headed b-st-rds
i’ve been slashed off with a dull chainsaw

suckas can’t even spit with no mental capacitance
slacking past rental snitches
magazine packin and lysozyme hackin

fastest tracking extra-curricular
alien status and havin at them steep
i’m the electronic contact
i’ll make it happen

hazard resistance master giving them the creeps
tinted window with the sleepy kiddo
creeping up and down your streets

meet the mister having at ’em
happy to blast it in your sheets
robotic professor protozoic photic-stoic
photic stoic ready to saturn and complete

pattern
p-ssin
p-ssive
paddy whackin
peats

been practically plastered-tattered by my skeets
i’ll jerk off on your family

[a-treph]
why dont you banish them?
taking advantage of vanishing spanishmen
bandaged in bandaids they brandish in management

dippin’ in cancer
and p-ssing his pants, sir
his pimp is an ant and he’s shriveling antlers
frivolous syphilis given to pistols whipped
chivalrous crystal-shipped dancers

this sh-t is embarr-ssing actually
it is the fact that you f-ck with faculty
you should come back and see
how we back with thee
slip through the cracks
and mash gl-ss in your cavity

f-ck that serenity zero g gravity
ain’t my fault that baby cryin’ darlin’
what you up to doin?

in the words of jesus christ
“yo call me up let’s get to screwin”

dont that p-ssy stink though?
nah, i do not think so
i pick and choose which hole to go like im playing plinko
just kidding jefferson i gave that girl piano lessons
showed her the d-major
now she always demanding my presence

[lza]



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