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mc lars horris - yes i am an alien lyrics

bam! i’ll explode, just like i were a bomb
flying over vietnam high with my uncle tom.
or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea,
while a parrot sings a song in the minor key of c,
to inspire me, so we will see,
this neurotic harmony that develops sonically.
i’ll be writing my plan out with a needle,
i’ll make you twist and shout and think i was beatle.
like lennon or stalin in a car that won’t start,
if your volvo is stallin’ then you need to learn the art
of mechanics. don’t panic, even though i’m galvanic!
i’m the only non-hispanic on the mexican t-tanic.
my loops go round and round, just like a carousel,
coming out my br-8, like i was william tell.
if you haven’t heard my name, i hope it rings a bell,
because i’m the only guy
who knows what happened at roswell.

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yes i’m an alien, i come from outer sp-ce.
yes i’m an alien, i’m going to rock this place.

some people say i’m not funny, i say okay,
i can’t sell records here, i’m huge in the uk.
british people tell me to keep rocking on,
you might have heard me down in london
rocking heads with this song.
i was sad when i found out about santa claus,
so i made like tim allen and broke some local laws.
i moved way up north and grew a beard,
now relatives and friends think i’m kind of weird.
but did you think i was heretic when i danced in that church
like an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?
i’m addicted to shark meat and books by mark twain
and eating novocain shipped from the ukraine.
my name’s not matthew, but thanks for asking!
i live in california, because i’m not alaskan.
but that’s okay, what can i say?
my real home is actually light years away.

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you want poetry? go read robert frost,
the simile in hip-hop is essentially lost,
like a tearful pallbearer carrying a body,
or a giant pink care bare acting snotty.
where can it go? i just don’t know,
but check out this funky alphabet flow:
it’s like a-b-c-d-e-f-g-
h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p, and icp on lsd
or abc or mtv or the new pc
you got for free from
circuit city in albuquerque.
i be the vip mc on this cd,
the name’s mc lars horris, as you can see.
so where do i start, and where do i begin?
yo, it’s tough to be a funky fresh alien.

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