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jaybo - extraterrestial lyrics

[intro]
good morning

[verse 1]
i’m a extraterrestrial
suck on my t+st+cl+s
lethal like chemicals
we only smoke that medical
then turn to vegetables
trippin’ off edibles
she rub my genitals
like she was a professional
i’m unconventional
we smoke that home grown
get stoned with et
i might just have to go phone home
i need my rims chrome
i need my d+ck blown
they tryna be like me
they all just like my d+mn clones
they see me on they tv screens
thеy say i’m too extreme
i’m only in my teens
but i could makе your b+tch cream
i f+ck like charlie sheen
sip lean and break her spleen
bouncing like trampolines
i need a tramp who screams
doc said you healthy boy
it must me cuz those greens
ain’t talkin corn or beans
i mean that good ole thc
dabs are my remedy
drop tabs meet entities
handful of ecstasy
cook up these recipes
this flow is sound heavenly
i’m p+ssing on my enemies
please let me speak on behalf of me
i’m incomplete like an amputees
under debris
knees weak, i’m too deep up in her ovaries
makin p+ssy tap out b+tch think she need a referee
[bridge]
we just civilians
searching for some millions
we just civilians
searching for some millions
spit rhythms
i’m gettin’ rid of ya innocence
parched synonyms
wondering what the difference is
we just civilians
searching for some millions
we just civilians
searching for some millions
just a civilian
i’m tryna make a billion

[verse2]
i’m the static on ya television
only the exposition
b+ttin’ heads like 2 collisions
f+ck sl+ts in new positions
gettin’ stares look too suspicious
proposin’ compositions
talkin out my ass
like imma politician
ain’t got no competition
doin drugs without prescriptions
i need a gold ribbon
middle finger to traditions
i make the deaf kids listen
tell christians god is fiction
i’ll make my own religion
b+tch make my own decisions
slow down
sh+t i’m in charge
she only love me cuz d+ck is large
might crash my car
no hands i’m off the bars
landin for the stars
2 zips in a mason jar
reality seems far
smoke cigars my lungs are charred
syllable after syllable
i’m flipping off my princ+p+l
while sayin the unthinkable
the kids so unpredictable
farthest from the typical
reciting sounding biblical
point fingers tryna ridicule
i’ll stomp ya out like liverpool
just to give a visual
these rhymes are so subliminal
if we want to get critical
get hard durin’ my physicals
sorry b+tch it tickles think my dealer might of sprinkled some crystals up in these skittles
mixed signals drop hard like missiles

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