Space Junk Lyrics - Arsonists

"Invasion by creatures from space confirmed 

New York City may be the next objective" 

[Jise One] 

It's the four season apparel stand guard double a triscar 

Bi-charred inferno by far the weapon used to spar 

Too many SQUADS to boil my temper's soul 

Console my wretched side every time my lyrics' exposed 

I lived the life of moles, underground in sync with Earth 

The birth of my asylum exploit divert my excerpt 

for what it's worth, I can't stand this ball of dirt 

Insert flirt to rhythm juggs, booty bangin the word surf 

Buji tanning berserk nerf, echo hollow the pocket hirsch 

Nurse the purse from singin in thirst, searching the outskirts 

The shit hurt when my tears burst for late rent, bent curse 

It lurks turf, broke, ain't trying to get worst 

[Kinetic NRG] 

Militant mercenary chief mechanic antics manage navigating falcons in the Y2K 

Han Solo toucher laugh it up dickface 

Took ol' girl on a joy ride faded off Obi Won and crashed into the Death Star's remains 

Tapped the right side of my heart twice entering the faculties 

State of the Art SS Enterprise coordinates North Star 

Last wednesday Worf traded a communicator for a blaster laser 

While palming the ass of you wife Leah talking dirty alpha-beta 

Teamed up and double penetrated her, she called my Shlong Vader 

Swallow for daddy baby I'm a proud father 

Twisted her bubble yum flooded her gums with cum that dripped down to her garter 

Data filming from the closet made her come harder 

Sold a million copies to Jabba 

Discussing business over Java 

Ended up moving each unit for 80 dollars 

Drove off in a space Impala 

Watching EPs of Buck Rogers 

Chewbacca knocka rocks for the brolic hip-hoppas 

Facin their dramas follow these orders 

[Chorus: Jise One] 

We on express trains to funk 

Here something that you should bump 

Space junk 

I got ya ears crunk up (Makin 'em jump jump!) 

Got ladies shaking they ass 

My niggas gettin 'em drunk you brick game 

We ASF, we shoot dunks (Makin 'em jump jump!) 

[Jise One] 

I stand in the ring, archangels me and myself 

Stealth vocal local legitimize word melt, the way that I felt 

Shelf the agonizing bad half, you trash 

Wrath taking over the world, but I'm glad 

Sit back and laugh (haaah) 

I bleed smoke through my nostril, rugged apostle 

Make it impossible for you to return, rhymes are obstacles 

I piss icicles, sub-zero blood in my veins 

Raising caine sprinkled with novacaine heartaches and pains 

[Kinetic NRG] 

I fried my brain smoking klingon strange with Worf and Bubba Fett 

Engage in danger room sequence forty eight sparrin' in holodecks 

When bored I download dirty holographic porn from the Internet 

Dot com slippery when wet it's the biggest threat to real live sex 

My cryptic axe left a bloody sketch on the walls of her vortex 

Robo snatch chips attached emulate plasma splash 

Tap that ass with a force of a backdraft so do the math 

Rather be disease free chewy than loaded with ticks and fleas 

Wookie please, I'm on jacks with C3PO's speaking Japanese 

Moshie mosh travel talk, which galaxy smokes the best trees? 

Between you and me, I could care less about wack MCs 

Rather be part of dynasties, snatching titles of New York Kings 

(Chorus 2x)