[Intro] [Verse 1 Spaceman] Im nasty, snatch your cat proceed to hurt you badly Then brashly get attacked by an ashy pack of Apaches Catch me applying nicotine patches to my ass cheeks Actually eating Laffy Taffy in some snazzy khakis This that rad rap, spit it while Im sitting on your dads lap Get ransacked, Smiphen shitting DOOT DOOT BRAP BRAP Im spitting in your third eye while sipping on a stirred chai Kick and make you nerds cry, Im sick and Ive been bird fly Im cool as a cucumber, you a confused mumbler Making a few numbers while I sit and review Tumblr Badababow Dont ask me how I got this fly Just call me Space Guy Lurking for some boobies while youre chewing on your doobies Snacking on your scoobies while youre hocking up some loogies Goodness gracious golly, why dont you go pop some molly And get rolling like a dolly on the backside of a trolley [Hook Spaceman] Johnny F and Spaceman a formidable crew Acts of violence that you thought youd only see in cartoons All we wreak is havoc as we storm through your rooms Like were tearing down the streamers and were popping balloons Wilding out what we about and what we like to do Red just isnt dark enough we paint the town maroon 3x [Verse 2 John F. Centipede] Yo, catch us in the Buick Century, we going postal Rowdy with the locals, going Barbary Coastal Like its decadent debauchery in gold rush San Francisco But our parties dont go Donner, more like LAN with Nabisco No, its crazy how it is, like no filter on your photos Slickly sliding in the whip betwixt two bells like agogo Windows down, they leaning on my shoulders when its colder Cuz the Young Bruce McCullough win em over with a smolder I spit what fills the pot where the rainbow stops Im steady bumming black and milds off of plainclothes cops John F. Centipede or Young WishesThatHeHadMoreBlackFriends Or Lil OnlyExerciseHeGetsisDoingRapHands Pull up blasting T Swift cuz we trouble trouble trouble Yet we merrier than pranksters that rode with Tommy Dubya Electric KoolAid Molly Test, this that Hunter Thompsonesque Fear and Loathing of these boys whose late night larks make mommies stressed [Hook] [Outro John F. Kennedy] We choose to go to the moon We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things Not because they are easy But because they are hard
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